As you look around a single beam a light pierces the darkness. When
you move toward it you see that it is a tiny key hole. You seem to be
in some kind of trunk. As you feel around for the hinges you feel
something wet and slimey.
You push against the lid of the trunk and a bright light blinds you
for a moment. As your eyes grow accustome to the light you are able
to determine that you are not alone in the trunk. A large wet
crocodile reclines beside you.
His tail lays across your shoulders, he appears to be asleep but you
take precautions in your movements. A foul odor reaches you nostrils
as you try to breath some fresh air. You slowly and stealthly
disengage from the crocodile and roll out of the
trunk.