5. Lunchtime

LUNCHTIME 5 The vent was tightening fast. Both boys struggled to move. When Sam placed his hand down, he almost tumbled forward. There was nothing there! Just air! The vent came to a sudden end. Well, anything is better than being crushed! Sam thought.

"Follow me," Sam said. "And get ready for a drop!" Sam wriggled forward. Then he was falling. "AHHH!!" Sam screamed as he tumbled through the air. SPLAT! Sam splashed down on something gooey. "Heads up!" Antonio shouted. He was nose-diving toward Sam. POW! Antonio plowed into Sam.

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It was pitch-black. Antonio turned on his phone again and shone the light around. They were lying on a mountain of sticky gunk. "It looks like the nasty goo saved us!" Antonio said as he wiped some from his face. "But where are we?" Even with the light from the phone, they couldn't see far ahead.

Sam squinted. They were in a large room. There were tall pillars around the sides of the room and piles of junk all over the floor. The air felt damp. It smelled moldy. "We must be in the basement," Sam said, getting to his feet. He was covered in goo. His sneakers made squishy sounds with every step.

Then Sam heard a different noise. The boys turned toward it. An old lunch cart was coming out of the darkness. Its wheels squeaked, echoing against the basement walls. It weaved slowly from side to side. Goose bumps covered Sam's skin. Antonio inched closer to Sam. No one was pushing the lunch cart.