Barruk had ceased to fight against what was probably now inevitable. Instead he allowed the quicksand to claim him as it had done so. He took big gasps of air before his mouth was consumed. His world soon became nothing but darkness and a mix of sand and mud. The free arm he had been trying to keep above the sandy muddy surface was the only means of salvation along with his nose which flared with heavy labored breaths. He knew it would not be long before his nose would be under, he tried to measure just how long he had hoping to retain as much oxygen as his lungs could hold. Still hoping some one would pass by and grab the out stretched hand. Even that seemed to be a loosing battled as he felt the lower part of his bicep slip under.

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