Not So Friendly Banter

|||Arrival|||

I gasp for air as though I was drowning.

...But I thought I was...? It was probably a dream.

Where am I?

I look around to see that I'm trapped inside some sort of box. My head was pounding making me hear awful screeching and such. Soon enough, I figure out the alarming screeching noises aren't from my head. I'm in some sort of room-- or should I say elevator-- was made out of metal, and was moving up. Quick.

I look up towards the nearing ceiling and look around for ideas frantically. I'm not sure what could possibly stop a metal box from accelerating into a roof-- or whatever it is above me, but I needed to think of something. And fast.

After looking around the box, I couldn't find anything to help.

How surprising.

I'm not going to make it in time. I'm a couple hundred feet from the top. At this rate, I'm smushed in less than a minute. I figure my best bet is to ask for some sort of help. Hopefully whoever put me in here isn't long gone by now.

"HEY! HELP! SOMEONE HELP! HELLO?"

No response.

"HEY! SOMEONE, PLEASE! STOP THE LIFT!"

It's over. I'm about to be crushed in seconds.

3...

I huddle myself into a corner and tuck my face in between my knees.

2...

I squint my eyes

1...

......

1...?

I remove my face from my tucked knees and looked above. The blaring red lights that were flashing switched to steady green ones. With a sigh of relief, I look around trying to gather some information as of where I am.

Is that a...pig? A pig? What the fu-

I jump back abruptly after hearing a loud alarm go off, which sort of sounds like a low buzzing noise. I freeze for a moment before quickly going back to the corner I was huddled in, behind crates that were labeled all sorts of things.

Food, weapons, clothes- Weapons! Aha!

I slowly lift up the crate lid and pull out what I thought was going to be some sort of dagger, but ended up having a much longer blade. I'm pretty sure it's a machete of some sort. I admire it for a second, but then hear muffled hustling above me, which no longer became muffled after a set of doors open above me.

In a matter of seconds, my ears were being filled with at least 30 different voices.

"Where's the greenie?"

"Oi, Gally! The greenie is hiding!"

I hear a few people laugh as I try to figure out what's so funny.

'Greenie?' What am I, a vegetable?

Suddenly, I feel something fall into the elevator. Well, now that I'm thinking about it it was probably just someone jumping in-

Someone jumped in.

I grip the machete with both hands while pointing it to the exposed part of my hiding spot.

"Here greenie, greenie."

More people erupt in laughter.

I scrunch my nose and furrow my eyebrows in confusion, wondering why everyone thought that was so funny. I could hear him nearing. I hold my breath and wait for him to turn the corner.