The parking garage was completely empty, making Hazel realize how late it was when she left the office. It was an exhausting day, she put in many extra hours again. But the ambitious woman was certain she would soon land that promotion she’d been working so hard for, and then she wouldn’t need to park her car in this dingy, dilapidated garage any longer.
Hazel walked slowly through the dimly lit area, her high heels echoing eerily of the concrete walls. As she approached her car, a pristine silver sedan, she noticed something amiss. The car was sticky, and she struggled to open the door. A thick, viscous fluid ooze was dripping down from the ceiling, landing right onto her ride. “Just my luck”, she thought. She sighed as she reached down her purse to grab some tissues, trying to wipe away the slime from the door handle.
More slime began dripping down from the ceiling, landing on the hood and trunk of her car as well. Hazel looked up, puzzled, and wondered what this weird stuff was. It didn’t look like water or mud, and it didn’t have any smell she could identify. The more she struggled to clean it off, the more it seemed to defy her efforts. None of the doors would budge, but eventually she managed to open the window using her remote key, and she crawled inside her car. She didn’t realize that during her acrobat act she accidentally dropped her phone inside a pool of ooze.
She turned the key in the ignition and hit the gas panel, but the car wouldn’t move. The brunette feared that the wheels were stuck in the slime. She tried starting it again and again, but it was no use. She was stuck.
As she slammed the steering wheel out of frustration, she glanced around and noticed that the ooze had spread all around the car by now. Her heart began to race as she realized that she might even be in danger.
Panic set in as she felt trapped, helpless, and alone. Her phone was gone. She screamed for help, but there was nobody around. The slime kept coming down, buckets at a time, and it was seeping into every crevice of her car. The car started to shake violently as the slime began to seep into its engine, and she could hear strange, unsettling groaning sounds coming from beneath the hood.
Hazel realized the situation was getting more dire with the second, and she tried to open the door to get out, but it was no use; the slime had it jammed.
She screamed as the car started to rock violently back and forth. The doors started to dent. The slime was forcing its way in. The scared girl could hear the creaking and groaning of the vehicle, that was almost entirely wrapped up in the thick, green fluids by now.
