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He disappears into the light. Waiting… A strap drops down, followed by a rope, “Put the strap around here and attach the rope.” Is called down from the light. The strap is placed around her. The rope pulls her up.

“We’re almost there!” The man calls back. Boom boom boom. There is a light ahead. Coming down from above. boom boom boom. The man stops under it. “I think we’ll make it.”

He looks down at her. BOOM BOOM BOOM! She smiles up at him. BOOM BOOM BOOM! He smiles back. BOOM BOOM Boom! Her eyes close. BOOM Boom boom!

“She’ll live.” the man says. “She’ll live.” Stanvert echoes. “I’ll live.” the woman says with difficulty. “We need to keep moving.” she says The man points. Stanvert picks her up. They start moving down the tunnel. The booms echo after … Continue reading →

She screams. And cries. The man cries. Stanvert touches his cheeks. They are wet. He is confused. Why are his cheeks wet. The man smiles.

The man works. Pulling things. Using things. Blood spurts. Blood flows. She moves violently. A puppet to the man. She cries out.

They stop. It is quiet. Except for the occasional boom, and shake. “Give her to me.” the man says. Stanvert hands her over. She is still quiet. She is still stopped.

Then they stop. The man pushes and grabs. He goes down a hole, a tunnel, a dark place. Crawling almost, but still carrying, the girl.

Another wave of heat and light and sound, washes over them. And another, and another, from all sides they come. Still they run. Him and the man behind him, and the girl he carries.

Running again. Shouts, and orders, and shouts. He is carrying something. Carrying someone. It is her. It was her.