3. The big blue frog led us along the phosphorescent corridor. I walked along stiffly, trying to block out all of my thoughts, but they kept coming in. My family, would I ever see them again? School. Would I ever go to school again? And if I did, what would I be like when I got out of this, if I got out of this? I knew that already, if I were to be back home, right now, I would be scarred in some way, no matter what. Would I go insane? Would I become secluded and mysterious? No, no! Stop thinking! It will only make it worse! Or would I just be thrown in the garbage disposal, and not have a chance to go crazy? Stop it! Stop it! STOPITSTOPIT!!
My thoughts were interrupted, thankfully or so I thought, by our little group being led into a second tunnel branching of from the main one. This one was green, and a second big blue frog thing took us from there. What would this test be? Or would it be a test? Maybe this was the garbage disposal, and we were the failures. A door in the wall opened, and I tried to get a look through. I heard a squeal from the front of the line, and a curse word in French which I didn't understand. I finally saw through. It was a writhing mass of junk, mechanical and organic, stretching on as far as the eye could see, and to make it all worse it was all being slowly compacted, like that scene in Star Wars on the Death Star, except that this time nobody was going to be cracking jokes about getting thinner.
My thoughts were interrupted, thankfully or so I thought, by our little group being led into a second tunnel branching of from the main one. This one was green, and a second big blue frog thing took us from there. What would this test be? Or would it be a test? Maybe this was the garbage disposal, and we were the failures. A door in the wall opened, and I tried to get a look through. I heard a squeal from the front of the line, and a curse word in French which I didn't understand. I finally saw through. It was a writhing mass of junk, mechanical and organic, stretching on as far as the eye could see, and to make it all worse it was all being slowly compacted, like that scene in Star Wars on the Death Star, except that this time nobody was going to be cracking jokes about getting thinner.