Blindly, you sprint toward god-knows-where, knowing only that if you try to stay where you are, you will surely die. You're too tiny to really make it to shelter, but happily, you see a crack in the sidewalk ahead, which is more than deep enough to offer you protection. Thinking of nothing but survival, you hurl yourself into the quarter inch deep canyon.
You fall--you're surprised by how deep the tiny gash is. You fall almost forty feet before impacting deep inside a concrete canyon. You breathe a deep sigh of relief, as you hear the thunderous sound of footfalls all around you, and occasionally, directly above you.
What is going on? This can't be happening! The impossibility of the situation boggles your mind. Slowly, you realize that you probably shouldn't stay here--a crack in the sidewalk may be a good hiding place for the moment, but you'll never be able to survive here forever. You begin a slow walk along the canyon floor, all the while aware that you're nothing more than a tiny insect in a vast world.
Suddenly, you hear a roar from behind you. It sounds like water. You turn, and see a brown tsunami rolling up the canyon--the remains of a spilled coke. The torrent crashes down upon you, and carries you along with it, filling the crack along the way. You struggle to breathe, and then lose consciousness.
* * *
Slowly, you awake. You've been washed out of the crack in the sidewalk....
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