The large tubing, that must be an esophagus, drops me fifty feet into the center of a chamber that I can only assume is this creature’s stomach; I deploy my flight to keep from falling and I gently touch down onto the squishy pink floor. Green lights along the inner walls of the chamber slightly ...
“Good morning, Cole. Come down to the kitchen when you’re ready for breakfast.” I hear Carla say. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, sending a stab of pain through my stomach as the bullet reminds me of its presence. I stand up unsteadily as the knowledge of the cul...