"They're back that way," you say, turning to point the direction. "They were coming through the Candy Cane Forest, and they crossed the river when they saw me. They shouted at me to stop, but I ran this way. There's one with a candy cane bat."
"That's a gummy." The guard leans in, and you feel the jolt of heat and energy hit your upper shoulder. He's tased you. The last thing you see is the slow melting of your own skin, as he smirkingly pushes your wilting body back into the trap, laying the ground cover over top.
