Mike decided to just take a few gulps of the water and get out of the area, keep heading over the mountains. He still didn't know where he was going, but he felt he had to get away from the farm before anyone followed.
He started to sip the water from his hands first, then gave up on that and just stuck his mouth into the water and drank deeply. He filled his stomach with water, wiped off his mouth, and then started to go deeper into the woods.
He made it a few dozen yards before his muscles started to cramp up on him. "what the hell?" he muttered quietly as he rubbed his stiff arms and legs. He'd been running all night, but he didn't think that he would be that stiff. It wasn't until he felt an odd sensation coming from his feet that he suddenly realized what was happening. His toes has all grown and plunged into the ground like roots, followed by other tendrils that were growing more and more rapidly. He was already feeling the new roots pull water from the rich soil.
Mike started to panic and tried to run, but it was too late, his feet were rooted in too deeply, and his lower legs were already bursting from the roughly sewn pants he wore, revealing bark forming on his skin. At the rate it was going, he would be nothing more than another tree in just a few hours at most! How was he going to get out of this?