International Shipment Shrunk in an airport chapter 8 by Louka31

“Here’s the deal little guy” begins the woman. “You’re being sent to a foreign country.”

“What do you mean?!” you protest.

“Well, I have buyers around the world,” she replies matter-of-factly. “And you caused quite the bidding war.”

“How can you do this?” you shout.

She pinches your chest knocking the wind out of you to indicate that she’s the one doing the talking.

“Now,” she continues, resuming her sing-songy voice as if she was a tour guide, not someone compressing your chest and selling you across the world. “I have the shipping all ready, but you will need to do a few things if you’d like to survive the trip. But don’t worry. I’ve done this many times before.”

“Your food is in this red bin,” she explains, placing a red bin in the box. “And water in blue bin, and your waste goes into the green bin. Don’t get them confused. They all have handles, kind of like a bear trap. You must stick your hand all the way in to unlock it. That way, we get no spillage if you bump around.”

“Any questions?” she gives a glare to indicate that they must be appropriate.

“Where am I going?” you ask.

“Oh I like keeping that a secret. But make sure you budget how much you eat to last three days, though,” she answers. With that she unceremoniously plops you inside.

“Good luck,” she winks, putting the lid over top of you. You are in complete darkness except for a night light against the wall, which spurts enough light to see the colors of the bins at least. Your world shakes violently as she carries you to her car.

What hemisphere does she ship you to?