Found

Slaton found a crack in the wall of the tunnel to place his torch. He began moving the rocks. Thankful for the extra strength he had, it still felt too long as the cave-in gradually diminished. Several hours later, he felt air through one section. He was close to the other side, but not close enough.

A sense of dread seemed to weigh on him. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was happening. Something evil was getting close. He began to work faster. Sweat poured down his back causing his shirt to stick to him.

Nothing was going to stop him. Suddenly he bent over and began to heave. He couldn’t control it. Over and over his stomach gave up what little it had and then tried for what it did not have. Slaton fell to the ground. His vision blurred. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, hoping to calm his body down.