Free Seats For the Big Folk Surviving on Short Notice chapter 4 by deleted_user

The summer heat was driving your tiny body insane with each passing minute. The shade from the overlying umbrellas was about the only thing keeping you alive right now, but that didn't prevent the pavement below you from absorbing the Sun's burning rays. You can hear the distant laughter of patrons and the obnoxious cries of a small child nearby, so far, no one to help you out of your predicament.

The giant lawn chairs on either side of you were empty, and scattered across the ground below them were small scraps of typical pool snacks and leftovers from the concessions stand. The worst offender was a mound of crushed up Doritos which had no doubt been stepped on by whoever was sitting here last. You were almost tempted to grab some crumbs to munch on before you saw a small party of ants with a similar idea, already scavenging off the chips. Your next bright idea draws your attention to the chairs themselves. The aluminum framework looked rusted and covered in small grains of sand and other bits of dirt, but it looked easy enough for you to climb your way up to the fabric above.

Suddenly, your focus is pulled away from the chair, and to the sound of stomping feet, growing closer and closer. Looking up, you're horrified to see a young woman accompanied by two siblings no older than 5.

"Alright, you two, your mom said you could be here for only an hour, so go have fun!" The woman, whom you suspected to be their babysitter, strolled over to the chair on your right. Her giant flip-flops slap blindly across the concrete as she goes to put her towels down. The boom of her bag hitting the ground sends a deadly shockwave straight into your chest, and you are easily knocked onto your back, dozens of meters away. Trying to regain your footing, you look up just in time to see the sky darken as one of the siblings slides in between the chairs. The dusty sole of her bare foot looms over you, raining down small particles of sand, it crashes down right on top of the Doritos and the ants. The girl hardly looks down to notice. Another crash booms behind you as the other sibling's foot stomps down to follow. His foot wasn't nearly as large as the babysitter's, but nonetheless, still big enough to squash you without noticing.

Making a split-second decision before things get too chaotic, you decide to...