They are the deadliest creatures on earth. They can attack without warning. And they’ve just been unleashed... When we lose power in our only vessel for escape, an elevator, and terrorists are after us with snakes, danger ensues.
The doors closed as Jack took a shot in the leg. The old elevator ascended the shaft for about twenty seconds until it turned pitch dark and jerked to a stop between floors four and five.
From outside, Jack and I heard one of the terrorists bark into his walkie-talkie,“Power cable has been severed. Do you have the snakes?”
“Yeah, I’m dumping them right now,” responded the leader on the other end. What did he mean by snakes? Would we be eaten alive by snakes? Was that what they were planning? We soon found out what they meant.
I heard the sound of dry skin rubbing against metal. I turned my head in every direction and heard the same thing. The sound was coming at us from every angle, and then a black ink filled every vent in the elevator and seeped in. But it wasn’t ink! It was alive. And each ink drop had beady gleaming yellow eyes.
Hundreds of tiny black snakes permeated every corner of the elevator. Their eyes exploded with hunger. They all headed for poor defenseless Jack and wrapped around every part of his body. I retreated to the farthest corner while I witnessed Jack being eaten. Eaten alive. In the dark.
And then the lights came back on. Jack was dead.
“I have had it with these monkey fighting snakes on this monday to friday elevator!” I stomped on each of them until the floor was littered with rediculous snake parts.
The elevator resumed ascending the shaft. But suddenly, another bump, and the elevator came to a halt once again. I heard a huge snake above the elevator, gnawing on something. I looked up and saw a bloodcurdling silhouette in the light fixture. A silhouette of a 200lb snake, gnawing at the elevator cable, tail sitting on the weak glass of the ceiling. Suddenly, the glass shattered under its weight.
And then, everyone’s worst elevator-related fear happened. The cable snapped, and the elevator sped down the shaft as the snake flailed its body to and fro. And then we crashed.
The snake was smashed by the impact but I was still alive. The elevator doors opened. It was a long, deadly, venomous day, and I wanted to go home. But two armed men stood in my way awaiting my arrival.
I grabbed Jack’s gun and shot but there were no bullets. I saw I snake I didn’t kill. I picked it up and tossed it at the terrorists. It went straight for the eyes, killing them, leaving me safe. That’s the last time I’m using an elevator to escape from terrorists.
