Laura dove to the side as a green tentacle smashed down where she had been moments before. The sand around the limb sizzled and sparked, dissolving into the ooze's acidic bulk. Laura stared at it in revulsion. *If I don't find a way out of this mess, that's going to be me.*
The mass of slime inched toward her, swinging its tentacles threateningly. *Think,* Laura told herself. The ooze was obviously blind, so it must be tracking her movement through the vibrations she made in the sand. *Which means I need to get off the ground.*
Ducking under a flailing pseudopod, she dashed over to the stone wall and kicked at the sand. The ooze reacted, swinging a limb her way. She ducked, and the tentacle slammed into the stone wall, eating out a sizable hole in it. Laura grabbed onto the newl
