Suddenly, I heard a machine-like ka-chink. And then a metallic whir. I spun around to find myself facing a huge fan, which was beginning to turn on.
I turned and sprinted to the other end of the tunnel, but I had only advanced a few feet when I began moving backwards. I struggled, trying not to let myself be pulled back by the wind. I looked to my left, and I found a metal handle. I jumped over to it and hung on with all of my strength. The wind was howling now. It was so strong the corridor itself was falling apart, with panels being torn off and blown back. I felt my shoulders dislocate, and the pain was too much to bear. I lost my grip, flew back, closed my eyes and braced for impact.
...
Instead of all my boned being crushed to white dust, I found myself laying down on a soft surface. I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. I was in a bedroom, but not my own. My arms also felt fine. It was like the wind had never even happened. I looked to my left to find a rather attractive woman sleeping beside me, seemingly nude. Being the pervert that I am, I pull the covers off her chest to sneak a peek at her breasts. Instead, I saw no body, but blood staining the mattress. It came to my mind that she had been decapitated and that that was her head, and I fainted.
...
I woke up in my bedroom at home to the beeping of my alarm clock.
"Holy shit, three levels there," I muttered as I hauled myself out of bed to empty my bladder. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, but to find a raccoon's body.
"Wow," I mumbled, rubbing the fur around my chin. "I need to shave."
THE END