29 August 2012
(read parts 1-9 first)
Sam fell. Wind gushed past and a sense of weightlessness overcame his panic. He lost feelings of terror and lost himself into a world of nothingness. The sudden revaluation that he was about to hit a bug on the high lane of the city hit him. He tried to angle himself away. He struggled to shift himself, swinging his arms, legs and whole body. But he couldn't prevent being hit. Not by the bug but by its rail. He continued to fall feeling sick after his knock. But the next bug he just couldn't avoid. He fell unconscious through the air falling. Falling. Falling.
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Sam awoke covered in slime. He was alive! That's all he cared about. He sighed in relief then through himself back into the padded squelchy material he was in. His head hurt and he really didn't care where he was or what the horrid smell was. When it suddenly came round to him that he should look at where he was he was in a horrendous state and covered head to toe in a discussing gunk. Of course, he had landed in a rubbish collection point. He looked for a way out and found that the only ways to get out we're to climb up a waste chute into someone's house or face a 30 foot drop after climbing over a six foot wall. He started trudging through the rubbish bags and puddles of old food and drink. He looked out of the giant skip like object to the buildings that surrounded. Where was he? The walls of the buildings seeping we're brick! Sam gazed in astonishment at the old buildings. Then his eyes drifted to a sign on one of the walls.
Time of disposal 8:30am Time now 8:29am
He ran. He ran tripping and sliding along the way. To the closest waste chute. The ground started to give way and shake it started to crumble at his feet. He leapt and grabbed onto the chute. Then heaved himself up and into the see-through tube. He collapsed face first onto it but remained there for barely a second as he saw the waste bellow him fall into the great furnace bellow. Fire roared and the rubbish was devoured. After waiting for the floor to close up he climbed onto the top of the tube and started to crawl along to the edge of the large death trap he had been laying in. After what seemed like an age Sam had climbed down the large metal wall of the collection point. He had just started to wonder what sort of a place he had arrived at when he was disturbed by clapping. "What a display!" a deep african oriented voice said. A deep voice belonging to a tall muscular man.
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