I was just mining. I had to find some coal; I was so close to being out. And then. . .I heard it. Terror washed over me, and I could feel the color drain from my face. I panicked and began to rifle through my belongings, sweating profusely as I pulled out my flint and steel. I lit the stone in front of me and coughed, the smoke getting in my face.
I pulled out my journal and flipped through the pages, searching for my map. As I frantically looked for the best way out of the mine I heard it again. . .closer. I dropped my things and stood, shaking with fear. I picked up my flint and steel and lit another section of stone for temporary light. A