David and Seth are now just trash

David and Seth lay side by side on the dorm room floor. David's mind raced, trying to figure out a way to communicate or move, but it was no use. He was trapped in his own body, a prisoner of the gun's mysterious power.

Meanwhile, outside their dorm room, life went on as usual. Students walked by, chatting and laughing, completely unaware of the horrifying transformation that had taken place just a few feet away. The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the campus, and the dorm grew quieter as students retreated to their rooms for the night.

Back in the dorm room, David and Seth could do nothing but listen to the sounds of their neighbors settling in for the evening. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional creak of the building settling or the distant hum of a refrigerator. David's mind wandered to Samantha, wondering if she was safe and unaware of his current predicament. He wished he could see her one last time, just to say goodbye.

Hours passed like this, with David and Seth trapped in their motionless bodies, their minds racing with thoughts of escape and rescue. But as the night wore on, it became clear that no help was coming. They were forgotten, discarded like trash in their own dorm room.

The next morning, a custodian entered the room to clean. He paused briefly when he saw the two flat figures on the floor, but shrugged it off and continued with his work. He swept the floor, moving David and Seth's bodies aside as if they were nothing more than obstacles.

Once he finished sweeping, he gathered the trash from around the room and dumped it into the large plastic bin. Without hesitation, he picked up David and Seth, their flat bodies bending slightly as he stuffed them into the trash can on top of the other garbage. The custodian left the room, wheeling his cart down the hall, oblivious to the conscious minds he had just discarded.

David and Seth listened to the sounds of the custodian's cart fading away. They were now immersed in the pungent smell of decaying food and the harsh scent of cleaning products, the cold plastic of the trash can pressing against their backs. The reality of their situation hit them hard—they were trash now, forgotten and discarded.

As the hours ticked by, the trash can was eventually emptied into a larger dumpster outside the dorm. David and Seth felt the jolt as they were dumped unceremoniously among the other garbage, the weight of various waste items pressing down on them. The dumpster's lid slammed shut, sealing them in darkness.