>>6198057>>6198340<span class="mu-s">WHUMP</span>
A pair of heavy footsteps on the trap door above send a wave of panic and nausea over Tommy. He freezes and listens.
It had only walked over the door and continued on its path, but the weight and purposeful stride of the stranger was enough to let Tommy know that it was time to leave.
Unwilling to cross paths with whomever was stomping above, he slides the handle of his shovel into the peeled corner of the grate and uses all of his weight to apply leverage. It creaks and whines and launches dirt and dust into the air that had sat stagnant for god knows how long, irritating Tommy’s throat and lungs.
With a final pump of the handle, the grate rips itself from its stone frame and hits the floor with an unfortunately loud clang. Tommy’s nerves skyrocket, and he crouches down and climbs through the opening, hoping to put some distance between him and—
<span class="mu-s">CRASH</span>
The sound of wooden boards being tossed aside. Only one person could clear burning wreckage like it was nothing.
<span class="mu-s">WHUMP</span>
The same feet from before, only this time it came from behind him, all the way back at the beginning of the tunnel.
Once more, Tommy freezes and listens, and it’s immediately clear whomever had dropped down into the tunnel was running his way.
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>[RUN!]>[Stand your Ground] 