The next second, they were everywhere. Snakes on my legs, climbing up my body, wrapping themselves around my thighs and hips and waist, moving farther up to my neck. I screamed, I jumped, I slammed against trees to try to get them off me—what the hell were they doing?!—but they didn’t let go. So many of them. There must have been at least fifty, and eventually they wrapped around my ankles, and I fell to the ground on my back, unable to move. Screaming bloody murder, about to be eaten by goddamn snakes.
