If this had been a New cleat, Scott concluded he wouldn't have a chance to escape. But this wasn't a new cleat. Plenty of loose threads to use to climb up. He grabbed one that looked it could take him to the top. It had been while since he'd done this sort of climbing, not since he graduated high school. He hoped he still had the upper body strength.
He began climbing. So far so good. As he climbed he began to contemplate what to do next, the first order of business he concluded was survival. Step one of that was to get out of this cleat. But once he got out then what? He swung his leg up over the side and sat to catch his breath. Not bad, he felt a little winded but he did better than he thought. He was glad to be off that that fowl smelling insole. Didn't anyone hear of oder eaters? Wait, no, the chemicals in the oder eaters would probably would've killed him. Does that mean he should be thankful for the stench? He was putting too much though into it.
Carefully, Scott slid down the outside of the cleat to the floor. He was halfway back to his car when he felt a tremor. And another, stronger then the last, followed by another even stronger. Footsteps! Well he couldn't be certain they were footsteps but he'd seen enough giant monster movies to come to that conclusion. By the time he reached his car the floor was shaking so much he could barely stand. Then the footsteps stopped. Through the crack under the door Scott Looked and saw a pair of socked, but nicely shaped feet. He heard the doorknob turn and the door swung open, a powerful wind from the displacement of air threatened to take him off his feet. There was a blinding light, he covered his eyes for a moment until he could adjust to the light. His eyes adjusted, blinking he looked up at the mountain of a teenage girl. Based on her athletic build and what she wore, it was no doubt the teenage girl that stood towering above him was the owner of the Cleat he'd just escaped from. She reached down and grabbed the cleats, Scott was thankful he'd escaped in time. He was in darkness once again as the door of the closet was closed once more. He heard her drop the cleats on the floor and slip them on her feet. As she walked away and the footsteps faded he heard two muffled voices. Feminine.
"...be...forgot....late...."
"...ree...kay...game doesn't start for...its,"
Well, that was close, and exhilarating. He needed to move on, staying in a closet wasn't fun at all and there was nothing in there he could survive on. He didn't know about the dangers that lay beyond that door. He checked his watch, if the time was correct it was just after twelve in the afternoon. He could risk leaving the safety of the closet now or wait until nightfall and travel in the cover of darkness.
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