Terminus

The work Sam had performed inside the closet just a few minutes before had been meant to provide an escape. She had used the axe to chop away the floorboards, and when she retreated into the closet and shut the door, her knees rested on the cold earth a foot below the floor of the cabin. She held the grenade in one hand, then grabbed up the axe and thrust her legs to one side. She curled her body and laid down on one side, then positioned herself so she was on her back and began wriggling, forcing her way under the remaining floor through cobwebs, rocks and weeds, readjusting when her shotgun got caught up on some unseen obstacle. Just a short distance away from her feet and a few inches above, she heard the closet door come apart.