Hide in the fridge

You take the split second decision to hide. Without thinking, you open up the large fridge where they used to store packs of beer, and climb inside. You were lucky there was enough room in there for you. You don't believe they noticed you, but you hear their moans close. The waiting is tense, an hour, two, three, all you can hear is the moaning, the growling, the groaning, no doubt emitted by their fucking. But eventually, after several hours, they leave. Time to follow suit. You push against the fridge door, but it won't budge.

You're stuck.

Well that's just great. There's a packet of salted pretzels inside, but soon you have nothing, and you slowly wither away over the next couple days.

Never climb into fridges kids.