Murder is Illegal

I was walking through one corridor after another and realized one very important thing. My sense of direction did not improve just because I was in space. And when every inch looked the exact same, it made my life even harder. Couldn't they have signs pointing toward the exits or even corridor names? They needed to be like malls back on Earth and at every intersection have a map with the dot saying, 'You are here.'

Hell, at this point, I would take a random rock or boulder so that I knew that I wasn't just going around in a circle. Anything was better than the endless dark gray hallways to nowhere.

At least rats got treats throughout the mazes. Seriously, these Thuzirusians really should invest in treat dispensers and put them in random passageways. Then I wouldn't be so hungry.

"Anyone there?" I grumbled. I was done trying to be a big girl and find my way out of this place on my own. Now it was time to call Mom and Dad to come and rescue me.