Jean crawled on, pulling himself forward with his elbows, while carefully pushing the hooded lantern forward, bit by bit. Looking behind him, he vaguely saw the dirt-streaked face of Gerard behind him.
He stopped, and the team behind him halted immediately as well. What was that sound. That scratching? Had They noticed their tunnelling over the last few days and were they waiting for them?
Was the air getting thinner?
Was there more dust falling down from between the supporting planks than normal?
Was there something moving ahead of them, in the shadows?
Why the hell did they volunteer for this?
How the hell did they get here?
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