Above him, Bryan could hear the indiscernible thunder of Mike's voice. Bryan padded backwards, distancing himself from his neighbour's enormous shoe and gazing up the tower of denim. His mind swimming with the sound of Mike's booming and callous words only moments ago.
The ground shuddered as Mike's humongous shoe dragged backwards, causing a calamity of squeaks and grinding dirt from the shoe tread. Bryan noticed the front half of the ant had been separated, still wriggling painfully and trying to crawl away from the huge sole still close by. The suffering ant made barely any progress before falling still.
"It's just an ant... but, fuck!" Bryan felt his reassurance draining the more he looked at the mangled creature.
Mike would surely give Bryan all the help he needed - if only Bryan could make himself known to the now behemoth of a man. That alone would be nigh impossible! Bryan figured he would be lucky to even get the recognition the ants had received from his giant neighbour. The huge sneaker now rested further back, the toe pressed against the floor while the heel idly shifted and bounced.
Bryan took another look at the torn ant remains and decided on his previous coarse of action. Get to Tommy!
His normally helpful and cordial neighbour was just too fucking big. Standing somewhere between 6' and 6'3, Mike was now a massive behemoth that wouldn't think twice about flattening another pesky ant under his huge feet. Bryan did not want to be that ant!
Corby had already stomped away, leaving Bryan's exit wide and open.
Miles upon miles of enormous tile flooring stretched out before him. Bits of fallen particles of food, hair, and dirt littered the landscape and the occasional giant customer pounded across at random. Far off - on the other end of the restaurant as fate would have it - sat Tommy and his fellows, eating and joking. Bryan cringed, but on he went; more foolhardy than brave.
Sooner than he had hoped, Bryan felt himself slowing down from exhaustion. His curiosity prickled, desiring to turn around and inspect his hard-earned progress, but Bryan resisted and continued. Besides the bothersome dirt and crumbs strewn in his path, not a single giant customer bothered him. This made him feel more confident, as he jogged onward counting the remaining tiles that spanned many football fields before him.
He finally gazed back, trepidation twisting his face and groaned.
He had only covered six tiles. Six! Mike, still seated at his table, dominated his view.
The blond behemoth with his friendly face was focused on the meal set before him, completely unaware of Bryan's misty gaze. Lifting the massive burger, Mike crunched into it, rending a large chunk and loudly chewing it. The display of eating was impressive, if not unsettling to the tiny man. Bryan only wished his circumstances were not so life-threatening to allow him some voyeuristic pleasure.
Wiping at his face, he turned back to his target and continued trekking.
Luck still seemed on his side, as Bryan was only endangered briefly when Corby lumbered nearby. The giant college student's black sneakers slammed against the tiles with such force to almost knock tiny Bryan over. He passed quickly, oblivious and busied himself with another customer.
Bryan meanwhile made slow, but smooth progress. He passed three more tiles - a feat that would be impressive to any athlete given his reduced size. In his path, stood a monumental counter flanking the front door. Bryan was unable to view the top, but already knew this was the check-out counter. He was more than halfway to Tommy and potential rescue!
Clumps of dirt and pebbles seemed concentrated in this area. Customers would enter the establishment, their huge pounding footwear releasing truckloads worth of grime with each step. This was largely unnoticeable to the regular person, but to the bug-sized man, the collections of fallen grime proved irksome.
His plan was to reach the counter base and follow it around on his way towards Tommy. It offered a much needed net of safety and respite.
Bryan didn't even think of the danger he placed himself in getting there.
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