Sarah nods in agreement. It has been far too long since you've been back, by now you've probably flunked out of your classes for the semester and your rent was way too overdue. Despite the dumpster fire you were going home to, you could at least try and salvage what you could. The car ride is silent, you tell her you'll visit as soon as possible but she doesn't seem to believe you.
Opening your door, you find the apartment barren, it was by no means clean but it was clear some of Evelyn's agents had wiped your house clear of your existence. "We can help replace your stuff!" Sarah assures you. Hugging her goodbye, you plop on the futon and close your eyes. It was one of four pieces of furniture left standing, the bed, coffee table, and nightstand had all been left behind.
You reawaken some time late into the night. Your bare feet tip toe over the cold wooden floor over to the kitchen. Nothing, not even ice in the fridge. You dunk your head under the sink and greedily gulp down the icy water pouring from the faucet. Exhausted and utterly defeated, you slouch back towards the bedroom. You make it about half way past the front door before a searing pain envelopes your stomach. You clutch your abdomen and keel over on the ground. Keeping down waves of nausea and the overwhelming need to vomit, you feel like the world is going to flip upside down. Then, a eerily familiar feeling washes over your body, the same feeling you experienced on your first day as Evelyn's test subject. You're shrinking again. And this time, the shrinking wasn't stopping, you dwindled from 1 foot to 1 inch to 1mm in the span of a minute. By the time you stop, the world was an alien wasteland of splintering wood, and deep canyons in between the floor boards. Dust covere
d most of the ground along side some loose change and unswept food crumbs.
The next week of your life is both hell and a relieve from the pressures of returning to the normal world. You were near microscopic yes, but the only thing here big enough to kill you were ants and flies which as far as you knew were busy by the kitchen. Here on the ground, countless stale food crumbs supplied your diet while the chasm-like cracks between boards captured moisture from the humid air outside. Your physique had shifted into full commando, A simple sash around your waist for carrying food and supplies, and uncut hair everywhere! After almost 10 days of primitive survival, and living as a nomad, you were awoken early in the morning by the horrifying sight of the front door swinging open and your landlady strolling proudly inside. This was bound to happen eventually, she needed to sell the place quickly now that you had abandoned it. She was on the larger side and looked tired and sweaty from being outside all day, likely helping new tenants move in. Her city-sized sandal
pummels the ground in front of you, her smallest toe was itself, big enough to swallow multiple skyscrapers under its mass. You avoid making eye contact with the woman's giant pudgy toes any longer and instead focus your attention on the ditsy freshman girl behind her. Already wear a sorority tank top, she walked around the room followed by her parents as they discuss furniture arrangements. "Yup, the old tenant skipped out on their rent and abandoned the place. But I assure you we cleaned the place up and are pressing charges on them!" You cringe at the landlady's words. Thank god you were still small, it was miles better than explaining to the police you had somehow been shrunk by an evil scientist for the past month.
Standing near the middle of the living room, you are surrounded on all sides by stamping feet besides the left side of the room where the futon was. Hiding under there was your best shot at survival though you could also try approaching your landlady for attention.
