Slumping his shoulders, he moved forward, finding a small piece of protruding land that gave him reprieve from the icky swamp of crimson.
The clumps of gray soil bore no life, giving out beneath his step as he stumbled forward to catch his own balance–
"Woah, woah–!"
He moved his arms around for a sense of balance, managing to confirm his footing on the rotten, clumped-up soil.
The small island amidst the ocean-sized swamp was only a minimal sanctuary from the grotesque crimson as it took most of his focus just to not fall over on the peculiar terrain.
"Huff…"
He caught his breath, adjusting his red bandana as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, fixing his messy, hazel locks as well.
"How am I supposed to find the others in this?...Or get back, for that matter…" He asked himself wryly, looking on at the larger than life terrain.
"I can help with that!"
"Wha–?"