You cannot see. You grope around wildly as your footing is also unstable. You feel a thin liquid filling your shoes. It is not water; you can tell.
A pungent smell of brine, or anxiety. Your hands strike something solid. A wall, you think. It is soft, leathery, but also wet. You keep your hands to the surface and it is moving in and out, like it is breathing. No. More like…spasms.
You hear a dull rumble from above; a gurgle from below. You still see nothing.
The walls jerk back, quickly. You lose your balance and slide down to the floor, which is the same surface, but now the liquid is sloshing past you. Something grabs your leg. Something is grabbing your leg! You are being pulled down!
You cannot see which way. Madness!
Which way, madness?
You scream, but no sound comes from your stubborn lips, your impudent throat.
You reach…for what, you do not know. Only that you reach.
A blinding flash, a moment of understanding. You are in an empty storeroom, tied to a chair. There are others, but they are hooded and limp.
You recall this living nightmare. You take comfort in its familiar pain.
You smell fermentation and can hear a dull, unending beeping. Someone shouts in a language you do not know. You love your family. You love them!
Welcome to Red Lobster. Come see what’s fresh today."
A Familiar Nightmare
You cannot see. You grope around wildly as your footing is also unstable. You feel a thin liquid filling your shoes. It is not water; you can tell.
A pungent smell of brine, or anxiety. Your hands strike something solid. A wall, you think. It is soft, leathery, but also wet. You keep your hands to the surface and it is moving in and out, like it is breathing. No. More like…spasms.
You hear a dull rumble from above; a gurgle from below. You still see nothing.
The walls jerk back, quickly. You lose your balance and slide down to the floor, which is the same surface, but now the liquid is sloshing past you. Something grabs your leg. Something is grabbing your leg! You are being pulled down!
You cannot see which way. Madness!
Which way, madness?
You scream, but no sound comes from your stubborn lips, your impudent throat.
You reach…for what, you do not know. Only that you reach.
A blinding flash, a moment of understanding. You are in an empty storeroom, tied to a chair. There are others, but they are hooded and limp.
You recall this living nightmare. You take comfort in its familiar pain.
You smell fermentation and can hear a dull, unending beeping. Someone shouts in a language you do not know. You love your family. You love them!
Welcome to Red Lobster. Come see what’s fresh today."