The Past.

Tanner's eyes traced the rugged terrain of the dirt walls that surrounded her. Their moist surface glistened under the dim light filtering through the narrow opening high above. Each crevice and jagged edge seemed to whisper a secret, a tale of escape. Her climbing expertise allowed her mind to assess each handhold and foothold, searching for a way out.

With expert precision, she traced her fingers along the uneven surface of the dirt wall. They searched for the subtlest imperfections that might offer her a glimpse of hope. The rain-soaked soil clung to her fingertips like velvety clay, its earthy scent mingling with the dampness in the air.

She started her ascent. Her fingers gripped the wet soil with determination. Muddy water streamed down the hole’s walls with each movement, forming intricate, vein-like patterns. Her body strained, muscles quivering with effort, as she inched her way upwards.

As Tanner struggled to find purchase in the treacherous terrain, her mind became a storm of thoughts and emotions. Tanner wished for dry conditions, frustrated that her rock and wall climbing expertise was useless in the wet, muddy abyss. With each attempt to find purchase on the slick, rain-soaked walls, her fingertips slipped. Each slip sent minuscule showers of dirt cascading down upon her already muddied form. The dampness clung to her clothes like a second skin, weighing her down and impeding her progress.

Tanner remained undaunted. Her determination was unyielding in the face of adversity. She could feel the weariness settle into her bones with each painstaking movement, but she refused to let it consume her. She faced a challenge that tested not only her physical strength but also her mental resilience. A challenge that pushed her beyond her limits.

She was halfway up the prison of this muddy hole. Tanner's mind teetered between exhaustion and determination. Her fingers, coated in a slick layer of mud, clung to the damp wall with an iron grip. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest as she fought gravity's relentless pull. The wet soil beneath her feet shifted and gave way with each tentative step, threatening to send her tumbling back into the abyss from which she fought to escape, which it did.

As the wet soil crumbled beneath her feet, Tanner felt her heart plummet along with her body. A gasp escaped her lips as she tumbled downwards, a flurry of dirt and water swirling around her in a chaotic dance. The muffled thud reverberated through the confined space, silencing the storm that raged above.