It was approximately forty feet wide. The floor was steel. There’s wasn’t a single door, only a window, which branched across the length of the room. A thin band of light in an otherwise dark area. The room was stuffy and unusually warm. The whole place was littered with odd plastic looking furniture.

Dawn Rembrandt woke up in a room she’d never been in before. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the couch. She had spent the past day prepping for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving feast; the whole family was coming over. There was a bright flash then total darkness.

The light in the room was dim but she knew she was not alone. Four other people were in the room with her. They all appeared to be awakening as she did. Their faces were not familiar.

“Where the fuck am I?” announced Bridget Braxton, a fashion plus model from New York. “This had better not be some sucky Saw movie!”

A mousy voiced piped up behind her, “Definitely an abduction,” said Bridget’s assistant, a pudgy little man named Brad Farnsworth.

“No shit Sherlock!” retorted Bridget. “See if your cell phone works!” Bridget quickly scanned the room and locked eyes with Dawn. “What are you looking at?” she hissed.

Dawn was embarrassed and quickly turned away nearly falling over a couch made of some hard plastic looking material. It had a delicious sent.

“Watch out darling, this whole room is filled with furniture,” said Margie Smith. “My husband Al and I have had a dickens of a time finding our way over to you!”

An elderly couple. Dawn could tell from their clothing they were farmers.

“Let’s see if we can get a sense of this place,” said Al.

“No cell signal, we are officially fucked” said Brad.

Bridget rolled her eyes as the group reluctantly branched out and examined the room.

It was approximately forty feet wide. The floor was steel. There’s wasn’t a single door, only a window, which branched across the length of the room. A thin band of light in an otherwise dark area. The room was stuffy and unusually warm. The whole place was littered with odd plastic looking furniture.

“What is this? Some kind of fucked up sauna?” asked Bridget.

“I don’t think so” said Margie. “The heat is melting the souls of my shoes”.

“There must be an answer here somewhere,” said Brad. He headed towards the window hoping to see something of value outside.

Al was examining the strange furniture when a horrific expression flushed across his face.

“What’s wrong?” asked Margie.

Al ignored her. He pulled a knife from his pocket and opened it.

“What the fuck are you doing!” screamed Bridget “Are you responsible for this?”

Al moved towards her intently, his eyes blinded in thought. He quickly pushed her aside and began stabbing a piece of the furniture.

“Your husband is an idiot,” said Bridget turning to Margie.

They expected to see wood and fabric exposed but instead it was a juicy flesh looking substance that sizzled and burned as it hit the steel floor. The aroma was intoxicating.

“This isn’t furniture at all,” said Al “It’s some kind of vegetable”.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” said Dawn. Keeping off the floor by stepping from vegetable to vegetable. She moved towards the back of the room.

“Hey everybody! I see something!” said Brad excitedly. “There’s a book on a table; I can see a few words”.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and inched up as close as he could to the window.

“Man ration, this must be some kind food bunker. I’ll bet we’re out of here in no time!” he said excitedly.

“Man ration? What the fuck is that?” said Bridget heading towards him in a rage. “You’re as blind as a bat! It’s says Human Preparation!”

She stopped dead in her tracks, the heat from the floor melting her high-heeled shoes.

“Oh fuck!”

In the distance though the thin window bar they all saw it.

It moved into the room swiftly and grabbed the book. It approached the window band and leered at them with a pair of dark pitiless eyes, a bit of drool fell from its beak.

None of them had ever seen a turkey that big before.

“Is this a bad acid trip? I promise I’ll never celebrate Thanksgiving again!” said Brad.

“GOBBLE, GOBBLE!” retorted the monster.

“The strange vegetables, I should have realized sooner. This is an alien abduction, that creature, the turkey, it’s from outer space,” said Al glumly.

“I don’t understand?” stammered Margie.

“We’re in an oven!” screamed Dawn! “We’re it’s Thanksgiving Dinner!”

Bridget passed out and hit the steel floor. Her burning body mixed with the juices of the strange vegetables and let off a wonderful scent.

The others screamed but the temperature kept going higher.

Happy Thanksgiving! \m/

 

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