Zack continues to climb, feeling fortunate that no passengers seem to be considered a danger which means the security staff man he's currently climbing on is barely moving. His sense of feeling like an ant intensifies finding out how the road upwards is more comfortable than he expected, at his size being able to get a hold of the threads of the black pants and make the experience more like climbing through a giant ladder instead of a dark and perilous mountain.
Zack still has to take care of some things though, like holding on when the titan passengers advance by with a current of wind that slightly moves the pants that are currently his world, or how whenever the security officer moves, even just a little bit, Zack has to stop for entire minutes and change his mind from climbing to praying none of his god like movements send him falling to his death. Even an innocuous flexing muscle or a distracted leg movement remind Zack of the extent of his predicament, forcing him to tangle himself on the threads as much as he can in a desperate attempt to remain attached to them.
But finally, he makes it. Taking an extra minute to move towards the side near the pockets to win an extra sense of safety and avoid touching anything near the fly piece, he finally makes it to the black leather belt. Taking a look around he knows proceeding further upwards is dangerous, this officer has his hands behind his back, but he can see another officer with his hands clasped in front of him. What if he keeps climbing and this officer starts moving? He might end up getting crushed, or discovered and dispatched as the bug he feels like. Too risky.
Running out of ideas, Zack decides to wait until the last of the passengers for whatever flight this is go through the checkpoint which should give him a couple of valuable minutes with less noise. In a more comfortable position close to the pocket he no longer fears the gusts of wind created by the passengers, and being now located near the hips with the added protection from the leather belt greatly mitigates the danger from the movements of the giant security officer. Looking up he can't even see his face, just the navy blue shirt and a couple of things attached to it, one was probably his badge, the others he wasn't sure what they could be.
"Officer! Could you help me! Heyy! I'm down here!" Zack shouts with all his might hoping the officer can somehow hear him. But even if there are no passengers in line is still an airport, full of lights and noises that easily drown the volume of his shouting.
"Officer! I need your help! I have a serious problem"
"Please sir, look down to your belt, I need your help!"
Zack keeps trying until he can feel his throat giving in, wondering what else he could do. He could risk climbing further up, or maybe hide on his pocket until it was safer to do so.. He also remembered before climbing how the officer has a holster on his belt, which most likely was for a gun but maybe he has a walkie talkie too? if he does, he could use it to get near his face and request help whenever the officer needed to use it.. All options look promising but Zack knows he has to choose wisely or it could be fatal for him.
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