June's DilemmaThere are few places as uncomfortable to be in as a stomach. Especially the stomach of a foul swamp beast. But if June had known that she might get swallowed up that evening while on her way to a client’s house, she would have brought swamp monster repellent. Instead, all she had with her was a vile of headache medicine, her moonshine, and her son Jake. He was quite excited when he found out that his mother was taking him on a trip with her to go help cure someone’s illness for the first time, so he had over prepared by bringing all manner of supplies including a lantern and a map of the Bayou. She didn’t really see the need in them at the time, but now that the lantern was lit and helping to keep the wet, damp chamber they found themselves in from being swallowed in total darkness, she appreciated her son’s decision.June's Dilemma by Jchrispole
The walls all around her pulsed and moved as thundering noises could be heard behind them. They dripped with a viscous liquid which soaked into Ju
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The first thing that Peggy noticed as her mother pulled into the freshly paved parking lot was that the building was definitely very modern. Fancier looking and more aesthetically pleasing that Dr. Barnabas’s clinic. The walls were sleek and shiny like they were made of plastic, and had a light teal color to them that looked rather soothing. There was also a large garden out from with a plethora of different colored flowers and plants growing out of moist soil.
Mother parked the car and got out. She let Peggy unbuckle herself, which was fine for her. After they both got out of the car, they began walking towards the glass double doors, but first they had to take a trip through the garden because the walkway cut right through it. Peggy was overcome by the soft smells of healthy vegetation, as well as amazed by the variety in colors that surrounded her. Mother noticed her smiling brightly, and couldn’t help but smile too. They both could silently agree that maybe flowers in f
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Peggy didn’t know what happened after that. When she woke up, she was back in her room. It was morning and the window was shut. The only proof that none of it was a dream was that her eyes still felt a bit sore. Her mind was still a bit numb: she didn’t know how to react just yet. In all actuality, she had been kidnapped by a secret paramilitary organization seeking to take over the world and they threatened to fry her like a moth in a bug zapper. But at the last second, her therapist swooped in with a bunch of armed masked mercenaries and shot them all up. It was almost too much to take in, so she opted to just not think about it. But she knew one thing for sure: she’d never forget to take her medicine again.
In fact, that was the first thing she did when she got out of bed. After that, she walked downstairs to the kitchen where she found George on the couch and Mother in the kitchen. The first thing that Mom did was apologize for how she acted last night, which surp
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30 minutes. That’s all she had.
Peggy wasn’t an expert escapist. After all, she had never been in any situation that warranted a need to have a basic know-how of escaping a prison. But after finding herself left alone in a cell somewhere that she wasn’t familiar with surrounded by armed gunmen who threatened to kill her and her mentor, Dr. Good, then she began to regret not watching enough prison documentaries when she had the time. After all, people escaped prison all the time and now would be a good time for some inspiration to head her way.
But at first, she had no idea what to do. She spent at least 10 minutes trying to calm down which was tough in a life-or-death situation. But she knew that if she could just make it to Dr. Good, then she’d be safe. No matter how strong Pathogen thought that they were, the Light was stronger. But she had to get out of that cell first. And she couldn’t do it if she felt like she was going to throw up just from the stre
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