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Alice stared into the eye of the beast. It's amber eye looking into her soul. She was stuck, tangled in the seaweed of the moat and most likely going to be eaten, alive. Her only way to survive would be to swim away, that's if she didn't drowned first. She had taken in a bit of water through her screams and the monster must have sensed her distress. Perhaps, if she hadn't to scream she would have made it across by now.
The monster was approaching her at a fast pace and she was trying to break loose from the seaweed. She was losing oxygen and if she didn't do anything soon, she would surely become a corpse herself, just like the one she had pushed away. Struggling to break free from the seaweed. Perhaps, this was how that girl died? The beast did not get her, that was clear but she was dead and so were the many others in the moat.
Alice looked down to see what was tangled around her leg. She could feel movement but she didn't know what it was. When she had fallen into the seaweed that surrounded her, she was sure it was that, that had been tangled around her leg but as she was being slowly pulled down, away from the surface and her closest oxygen supply, the seaweed began to feel a little less like seaweed and a lot more like hands, and as she looked down she realised that it was.
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The hands of the deceased were pulling her down. If the monster didn't get you the hands would. It made sense to her now that this was a place of no escape. If you survived the hands of the deceased you'd have to face the monster. Either way the answer was death. There was no way to get across and the drawbridge would be Alice's only hope.
