The Rescue
Without thinking twice, I jumped into the pit.
The mud was worse than I expected—thick and cold, reaching up to my waist and trying to pull me down with every step. The smell was so bad I had to breathe through my mouth to keep from throwing up.
"Aveline, what are you doing?" Christy screamed from above, but I ignored her.
The little boy was barely keeping his head above the mud now, his small arms getting weaker with each second.
"It's okay, baby, I'm here," I whispered, reaching for him.
Instantly, without waiting another second, I pushed him upwards, dragging him out from the mud which pushed me deeper into the mess, but the objective was clear and I seemed to be succeeding.
"Grab him quick! By his hands, quick!" I screamed up to whoever was watching, and I saw the lit
