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We could see the upper torsos of the two pairs. Veronica was among them, and close beside her was a young gentleman with short brown hair and baby-fat cheeks. Another woman and man flailed about in the grips of the muck to the right and about a dozen feet from them.
“Get me out of here, Adam!” the other woman screeched.
Adam wiggled and tried to push himself out with his hands, but they only threatened to sink in with the rest of his body. He jerked his hands out before they, too, became stuck, and he held them above his head as he glared at his panicked companion. “Then stop thrashing about, Mary! You’re only making it worse!”
I whipped my head up to Chris. “We have to help them.”
His eyes scanned the area. “I feel the same way, but we need a plan, or we’ll all need saving.
