You keep squirming with all of your might, fear motivating you and getting the adrenaline going already. Slowly, bit by bit, you're pulling yourself free. The globs of soda stick to you even as you start to rise, but you can make it.
"Come on, come on..." you say to yourself...and just as you're about to pull yourself free, you hear a damning voice.
Crap! You've been spotted! As the feet next to you start to shift, you go into panic mode. If only you could pull free and get out of the way! A shadow casts over you. You gotta escape now! Pulling one arm free of the gunk, you start to work on the oth-
That's the last thing you get a chance to do before a hard weight presses on your back. There's only about a second before you hear your body make a sickening crackling noise and all thoughts end after a few seconds of excruciating pain. The girl reaches down and wipes you off her sneaker with her napkin, chucking you into the garbage.
Next time, don't squirm around like a bug on the floor.
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