Adrenaline kicks in as Rachel's Converse lowers towards you. You make a break for it, running for the light at the end of the tunnel, or in this case, sole.
Despite the shag carpeting beneath you, you just make it to safety as the Converse slams into the ground. You lie on your back, catching your breath. You look back up, and see Rachel is already walking on like nothing happened. One of her insignificant steps almost killed you, and she just walks on towards the party. You breath heavily and let out a cheer, just having survived a near death experience.
After a minute, you get up and observe your surroundings. The hallway is empty, but in the direction Rachel walked, there is a congregation of giants. You walk towards the living room, making sure to stay on the edges of the hallway to avoid another pair of feet.
You make it to the threshold of the living room, and see the "dance floor" of the party. Most of the dancers were women, oblivious that the party host had been shrunk to the size on an ant. Across the living room is another hallway, containing your room, where Madison was. You felt like you could trust Madison to help you. You don't know why, but she was your best bet. But as the giant white Vans sneaker of a girl walking to the bathroom slams down next to you, you realize you might not be able to make it across the living room alive. What's your course of action?
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