Springy's POV
I finally woke up.
I was in some kind of metal box. I think it was attached to a vehicle because it shook a lot. After about an hour or so it stopped.
'How long was I out?' I thought.
Then I heard talking. I still had a bandage around my gut and I stopped bleeding through my mouth. I listened.
"What do you have to drop off?" said the man.
"A whole bunch of garbage." said the driver.
'Wait... Did he mean me?' I thought.
"Name"
"Call me Vincent." said the driver.
'Vincent' I thought. 'Why does that name have an unsatisfying ring to it?'
"Alright. Please proceed to dump number 3" said the man.
'Dump?' I thought.
Suddenly the next thing I knew I was dumped out into a pile of trash. I finally got a glimpse of the outside. It seemed like it was midnight. The vehicle started to drive away.
"Wait! Come back!" I yelled from the trash pit.
It kept driving. 'Great' I thought. 'It can't get much worse than this.'
Suddenly the walls of the pit started closing in.