She began to walk further into the fog, clutching the gun with a vise-like grip.
"Who's out there?" She called. "I've got a gun!"
A shadowy figure loomed before her and she fell backwards, firing a shot off. The figure disappeared.
Krystal turned and began to run the way she thought was back to the cabin. But she must have been disoriented because the fog only seemed to get thicker.
The crunch of leaves behind her set her running faster.
She stumbled over a rock and fell head first into the dirt.
The footsteps, very rapid, drew to a stop right next to her.
Looking up, she had no time to register the fact that the large black ovals were eyes before the sharp pain in her neck put her into unconsciousness.
Darkness engulfed Krystal when she awoke. She was lying on her back. Her hand slid to the surface she was on and sank into it. It was a thick gelatin of some kind that adhered to her skin. She could feel thick slime resisting the pull of her hand when she tried to draw it out.
She put her hand above her face and felt the same substance.
She was encapsuled in some kind of gel. Claustrophobia nearly took all of her sanity at that moment.
Desperately she drove both of her hands into the gel surface above her. The surface gave, but did not break. Pushing with all of her strength, it finally broke after she had nearly strained her arm muscles.
She could see light now, and she ripped and tore at the surface until it became wide enough for her to stick her head through.
She was in a vast chamber. The boundaries seemed limitless. It was a cylindrical chamber, and she was coming out of a cell in the wall.
There were thousands of cells around her in every direction. She thought that they all held at least one human, live or dead she did not know.
She climbed out of the chamber, but just then, gravity reversed, and she fell towards the center of the cylinder. Hundreds of feet she flew, until she passed the center, and then gravity reversed again. Her direction changed once more. This happened about twenty times before the forces equalized and she was floating in the middle of the cylinder.
Another directional force, one she had not noticed, was pulling her in one direction through the cylinder. The darkness at the end of the cylinder gradually illuminated until she could see down into the base of the cylinder.
A feeling of desperation overcame her when she saw bipedal creatures that were not human walking about below her.
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