You quicly run back into the assembly room. There's no way they're getting you. They quicly follow. To your horror, when you get to the other doors they are blocked by frozen bodies. When you turn to run back towards the front doors you see two shadows in the vapor. "Gotta keep them fresh," one of them says "Wouldn't want them to spoil before we get back home now would we?" the other says. They are now close enough that you can see their evil smiles. Sadly that's too close. The grab you and lift you off the ground. Their strength is surpising for their build. "Don't worry this won't hurt a bit," they say as they place you into a big machine. Cold air blows on you, and as you try to fight you slowly fall into a deep sleep. "Rest sweet my little tender morsel," Is the last thing you hear before your conciousness fades completely.
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