Tunnels
You inch towards the hatch, the banging not ceasing, and you wrap your hand around the handle.
Palms sweating, arms shaking, you take all your will and rip open the hatch.
Looking inside, you see only blackness.
Cold air whispers on your cheeks, and you peek your face inside, trying to get a closer look.
Hands wrap themselves around your neck and torso, and they pull you inside the machine. You struggle, trying to break free, but the thing isn't giving you up so easily.
The hatch closes and you hear a click of a lock. All you see is black before something tears open your stomach and guts rush out, spilling out.
You are dead.
Palms sweating, arms shaking, you take all your will and rip open the hatch.
Looking inside, you see only blackness.
Cold air whispers on your cheeks, and you peek your face inside, trying to get a closer look.
Hands wrap themselves around your neck and torso, and they pull you inside the machine. You struggle, trying to break free, but the thing isn't giving you up so easily.
The hatch closes and you hear a click of a lock. All you see is black before something tears open your stomach and guts rush out, spilling out.
You are dead.
