Alphabet Stew Part 1

"Hey, you guys it's dark in here!"
    "I hear a noise!"
Suddenly, everyone was tossed about the lightless chamber. Splashes of liquid resounded from the metal walls.
    "What's happening?" Someone shouted.
    "I don't know! A, are you there? What should we do?"
Muffled though it was, a voice responded with tenacity. "Cling to the walls!"
The individuals sloshed through their soupy enclosure towards the hard interior, and pressed themselves firmly against it.
   "What's that sound?" O squeeled, her tiny frame shaking. What began as a metallic gurgling grew louder into a more industrialized grinding. Streams of light poured into the container, revealing the terrified faces of those inside. S shrank down into the brothy liquid they had been marinating in. Even her honest silky eyes had given away to primordial fear.
   A blade was slicing cleanly through the ceiling in a circular shape. It appear rusted, as if it had seen wear from many uses. Dingy red material clung to it in soft clumps. Probably the same stuff they were sitting in. As the blade finally finished its fierce revolution, the ceiling fell down, making a soft 'plop' as it settled in the stew.
   Everyone was forced under the thick marsh of red liquid by the falling deathtrap. But their anguish was soon undone as the obstruction seemed to lift itself away. Everything was now bathed in light. A looked around in petrified horror. Bodies laid slung about eachother, unresponsive. The container stretched down for hundreds of feet. Hundreds of bodies. And they were standing on top.
   "Is everyone alright?" He asked panicked.
   Several terrible and painful groans from T and P responded. And well as S clinging to his arm -- her face buried in his chest.
   "I'm... I'm ok." O said emptily.
   A couple yards away, someone's leg twitched. A was momentarily disgusted before realizing that whoever it was must still be alive. Trudging through the array of dead, A grabbed the leg and pulled up.
  "Ohh thank you!" The man praised gasping.
  "X? You're here too?" A asked astounded.
  "Yeah. It looks like they got all of us."
  "But..." A was at a loss for words, "There's only six of us. The other twenty should of-" He couldn't finish his sentence.
  "I don't know," X said coldly, "I hope they got away!"
Everyone remained silent for several moments. S sloshed over to were A was standing.
  "We have to get out of here..." She whispered.
   A didn't say anything. Instead, he allowed his thoughts to collect. Only six of them left. He would rather be cooked and served as a meal than lose anyone else. If only there was some way he could think to get out of this mess.
   The container lurched, tossing the friends about in random directions. Too disoriented to act, they began to tip slightly. Broth oozed towards the mouth of their enclosure, acting as a river of the deceased. It drained slowly at first, but the current soon picked up.
   "Push against it!" A yelled to everyone. The six forced their way up into the darkness as more bodies slid past them. The incline grew steeper and steeper.
 "We can make it! We'll make it!" T attempted to motivate.
"The walls!" P remembered.
    Of course! Why hadn't A thought of this? "Just like before!" He ordered. One by one, each slammed themselves into the hard metal siding. The suction created from the liquid they had been slathered in allowed them to stick. The growing slope neared vertical. Now what had once been above them was below them. Bright as day, the entryway appeared.
    A and S stared above them at the clumps of dead stuck in between the wall and ceiling. They seemed well in place. No one felt as if they were going to slide down. It actually worked! Everyone was still here.
   Just then O screamed audibly from across the entrapment. Intruding from below was a steel nightmare. It prodded the walls, scraping muck from the sides. The friends could only watch in horror as the contraption neared each one of them. However, the beast seemed to pass them by. Instead it reached for the mashed lumps of people stuck to the ceiling. Like a crowbar it fit underneath the mass and pried it loose.
    "A!" S screamed as the clod came tumbling down. X pressed himself against the wall, but whether he just couldn't stick, or he was overwhelmed by the barrage of corpses, it was not enough. He slid along with it, down through the opening, screaming the whole way.
   "No! X!" T shouted. No response. "No!" He repeated. "We have to go after him!"
   "Are you crazy?" P interjected, "We can't! We might as well stick our heads in an oven!"
   "No, he's right. We can't just leave him..." A shook his head. "I'm going in."
Closing his eyes tightly, a unclasped himself from S's hold and dived out downwards.
He failed to hear anyone who might have had an objection. The wind in his ears was deafening as he fell towards a large pool where X had fallen. Landing hard and splatting mush about himself, A opened his eyes once again. Sure enough, wriggling underneath a  stack of others, X kicked and flailed childishly.
   "Hang on!"
A swam through the mad display and got ahold of X's legs.
   "On three! One... Two..." On the third count, A pulled backwards. X, now free, tripped and toppled over draging A down with him. They laid together on a bed of red liquid.
"Th... thank you." X said, still gasping.
"Haven't we already been through this?" A retorted with a small laugh.
   Above them, the other four remained in heated debate about what to do.
   "I can't just sit by." T told the rest.
   "Look, you can get yourself broiled if you want.," spoke P, "I'm staying here in the cozy warmth of wherever we are now."
   "I'm coming too. A's risked so much for us. Not just now, but in the past as well."
T looked over to see S staring at him indignantly. "It'll be dangerous. You'll be safer-"
   "No. It's all of us or none of us."
   "Ok." T looked down at the dingy orange mountain below them. For a moment, he let his gaze fall on each one of his friends. O, young and fragile, seemed distant yet willing to press on. And P, though utterly terrified, nodded his approval.
   "Let's go."