Jacob {Arrival at the Zoo} <fragment>

First Part of Jacob's journey, mistaken for some kind of rare marsupial, taken to a zoo.

PART I.

And just like that, Jacob starred in an almost mezmorized trance at the drab door the minute he was led into his enclosure. From the dim orange lit concrete halls into a white blaring neon lit unknown. His blue and brown eyes locked on to it. Jacob, was handled by two double shift workers. With their grimy clothes, exposed wild haired beer bellies, and the rotting take out left over from a few lunches festering on the floor in its own brand of awful. These circumstances all came together and formed a gut wrenching stench that filled the five hour windowless van trip, over to the zoo.
         It was obvious that they just moved their lazy pork asses at their very last convenience. It was close to eleven o'clock at night! Both transport workers became irrelevant, ripped from this plane of existence, as far as the brain if this weird kid was concerned.

         Poof!
         I assure you, they stopped to exist in Jacobs' mind.
         Jacob was still lost in the metal slab, knowing it would form the final piece keeping him from a hostile, panic-drivin, and cruel pack of animals. Selfish jackals who called themselves human! What a joke, what a sad, sad joke...
         His eyes were washing themselves into the dullness of this cold gate plastered in a vomit green, rubber paint. Noticing how tall it was, how darkness draped down one side of it. A big swoosh of air made the kid flinch!
         A loud bang echoed down halls, bounced off hidden nothingness in Jacob's heart, made the kid jerk up into a tight clam, muscle and fear. Making his stomach curl from a thick deep horror. His guts cowered off somewhere inside the punk. Naturally came the sound, immediately after, of dry toothy metal grinding, a brisk hand stabbed the metal down to its lip, and then a chaotic thrashing of keys gave away to silence.
         His lack of knowing, the uncertainty, of what lurked in the darkness is where came from.
         So many directions echoing back to the boy it undoubtedly was a large place. Why was the door so aggressively slammed shut... Jacob began to doubt, was it a door really or an enclosure an animal pin? He stood strait, pulled his hood off his head, and faced the direction that scared him from even glancing that way.
One hundred and eighty degrees.