Post by ThegunsofNevada on Dec 7, 2004 17:55:48 GMT -5
By ThegunsofNevada
Mine Mayhem
The mine shaft echoed dimly as Sara dropped a large pebble down it. It clanged and clacked loudly as it bounced from side by side, until the echoes faded.
“Wow…How deep do you think that goes?” she said, looking at Ryan with raised eyebrows. Ryan shrugged.
“It beats me…It looks deep, though.” Sara nodded.
“Well, lets get it done. Its too hot out!” Sara was wearing a light green tank top and a pair of boot cut jeans, which rode her hips well, accentuating the curves of her young body nicely, while Ryan wore a white T-shirt and ratty BDU pants, and tough leather riding gloves.
“Yeah, it is too damn hot.” He agreed, moving closer to the open mine shaft.
The young couple was typical of a boy friend and girl friend in lower Nevada: Too far away from the warping powers of Las Vegas and Reno, they had almost nothing to do.
The small town they lived in, a worn out, dusty mining town, was hardly a paradise of entertainment, either; Every kid in town went to the movies on Saturday and Sunday when it was open. Every one had their own hobby; A lot of the kids went hunting in the small patch of overpopulated forest, or went shooting in the desert wastes. Some, like Ryan and Sara, enjoyed exploring the many caves and abandoned mines in the area.
Ryan hooked the thick nylon rope around the beam in front of the mine, and threw the weighted end down the shaft. He hooked the carbiner around the rope, and then to his belt, and with a brief wave to Sara, he rappelled down the dark maw that was the old silver mine. Sara waited a few moments and then did the same.
It was instant relief, moving out of the bright post noon sun; Sara smelt the familiar old silver mine smell of amonia and dry dust, and she felt the rope biting into the heavy gloves.
The mine rushed by her, and soon she thudded pleasurably into Ryan, who was waiting for him in his normal fashion. His hips pressed comftorably into her butt.
“Hi.” She said.
“Hi.” He replied.
The two set off, and Sara clicked on her big mag light, Ryan following close behind her.
Ryan picked up on it first.
“God, does it smell in here or what? What is that?” Sara sniffed and immediately began to gag, putting her wrist just under her nose.
The reek of rotting flesh was all over.
“God, what died?” She asked, stumbling forwards, nearly tripping over a rock.
“Oh, god.” Ryan said. Sara turned around, the flashlight illuminating the back of the lowest mine shaft and Ryan’s face. He was uncharisicaly pale, and staring downwards. Sara moved her light that way.
The remnants of young boy were strewn across the cave floor, and it was not a rock Sara had nearly tripped over. It was his head. Sara kicked it disgustedly and recoiled into Ryan, who caught her and held her close. The head rolled a little and came to a stop, facing towards her.
“Holly shit, I guess Tommy didn’t run away.”
“Oh, god, I think I'm going to hurl…” Sara said, spinning away from Ryan’s grasp. She dry heaved repeaditly into the dry floor, and Ryan snatched the flashlight away from her, and shone it down the cramped corridor.
“Who’s there?” He said, playing the beam around.
“What is it?” Sara asked, leaning against the wall.
“I…I think I just saw some one down there move.” Sara looked down there.
“Shit, are you serious? This is not funny, Ryan! We just found Tommy, or like half of him, anyway.”
“No, I'm dead serious, Sara…Some one was moving down there.”
“H…Hello?” Sara yelled, choking down the bile in her throughout.
There was no answer. Ryan moved forwards a little, but Sara held out her hand, stopping him gently.
“Let’s get out of here.
“Yeah, like now.” Ryan said, edging back towards the static line upwards. It was a long way up, but they were both in good shape and could make the 80-degree climb.
“What was that?” Sara said, stopping, now a few feet behind Ryan.
“I don’t know…” They both stood still and listened, hearing only their own breath and heartbeats, and then they heard the shuffling.
It sounded far away at first, but then it louder. It was the sound of a blunt object being forced up against the loose gravel on the floor, pushing it to the sides. They started running when they heard the first moan.
“Holly shit, Sara, what the hell is this?” Ryan said as he started to run. Before Sara could answer, the flashlight beam went helter skelter as Ryan tripped, and then it went out with an audible crash of breaking plastic and glass.
“Oh, shit!” Sara said, moving forwards blindly, her hands out stretched for Ryan. They stood there for a few seconds in the darkness, the shuffling and moaning getting louder, the stench of rotting flesh intensifying.
“Oh, god, oh, god…What are we going to do? What are we going to do?” Sara half screamed, trying to bite down on the panic that was grabbing her by the throughout.
“Relax, its okay, ive got it.” He said, making a rummaging sound. There was a snap and a sudden bright green glow as Ryan broke a glow stick, and the eerie incandescent green light served only to throw harsh shadows through the small tunnel, but it silhouetted the shambling human like figures in front of them very well.
“Wha…what are they?” Sara asked, pushing away from Ryan, the fine hairs on her arms and neck standing on end, a voice in her head screaming at her to run in the opposite direction.
“I don’t know. They’re between us and the rope, though.” Ryan said, squaring off his shoulders. Sara frowned and stepped up beside him.
“Okay, I guess we know what to do.”
“Uh-huh.” Sara said.
“Fuck this. Quit stalling. Lets go.” Ryan said, setting off towards the figures at a slow pace, his arms outstretched, Sara following close behind.
Ryan took a swing at the first one, his scraped off face horrific in the bright green light, and the punch connected with his stomach with a horrendous splotch sound and wave of noxious gas. Sara felt like she was going to throw up again, and kicked the nearest figure in the shin, and she felt something snap there. The figure battling with Ryan ignored the blow and slowly raised his hands to Ryan’s shoulders, clasping him tightly as he pushed him to the cave wall. Ryan fought back and pushed him off, and, Sara, seeing her opportunity, rolled through the gap and ran for the rope, Ryan close behind her.
“Wait!” Ryan cyred, stopping and fumbling in the light of the glow stick, sticking his hand in his pocket.
“These shores are like firewood…It’s been dry down here for fifty years, they’ll go up like tinder.” He said. He came out with the small survival kit and unrolled the tube of fire paste, condensed toothpaste like accelerate. He squeezed it along the base of one of the big timber beams that was holding the roof up, and flicked a match onto it.
The fire paste lit up with a smell of bleach and a bright white spark, and wood smoke instantly caught Sara’s nostrils, the big timber beam lighting up like a piece of paper, and the one next to it doing the same as well. The shambling figures continued walking, and the two youths ran into the daylight of the mineshaft, clipping onto the rope and frantically beginning to climb as they choked on the dense, almost brown, smoke. Before they started their climb, one more horrifying scent reached the pair; it smelled like over cooked pork.
The two climbed quickly, Ryan in front and Sara behind, and both of them were relieved to once again step into the blasting heat of a desert afternoon, and they lay on top of each other, panting from the climb.
“God, that was fucked up.” Ryan said slowly. Sara ignored him and caressed his dirty face gently, leaning over to kiss him full on the lips. He eagerly returned the kiss and sat up, unclipping himself form the climbing rope.
“God, that was close. We have to get to the hospital…one of those things really nailed me.” He said, raising his right hand, a savage bite print clearly visible, even under the fresh, new blood.
Mine Mayhem
The mine shaft echoed dimly as Sara dropped a large pebble down it. It clanged and clacked loudly as it bounced from side by side, until the echoes faded.
“Wow…How deep do you think that goes?” she said, looking at Ryan with raised eyebrows. Ryan shrugged.
“It beats me…It looks deep, though.” Sara nodded.
“Well, lets get it done. Its too hot out!” Sara was wearing a light green tank top and a pair of boot cut jeans, which rode her hips well, accentuating the curves of her young body nicely, while Ryan wore a white T-shirt and ratty BDU pants, and tough leather riding gloves.
“Yeah, it is too damn hot.” He agreed, moving closer to the open mine shaft.
The young couple was typical of a boy friend and girl friend in lower Nevada: Too far away from the warping powers of Las Vegas and Reno, they had almost nothing to do.
The small town they lived in, a worn out, dusty mining town, was hardly a paradise of entertainment, either; Every kid in town went to the movies on Saturday and Sunday when it was open. Every one had their own hobby; A lot of the kids went hunting in the small patch of overpopulated forest, or went shooting in the desert wastes. Some, like Ryan and Sara, enjoyed exploring the many caves and abandoned mines in the area.
Ryan hooked the thick nylon rope around the beam in front of the mine, and threw the weighted end down the shaft. He hooked the carbiner around the rope, and then to his belt, and with a brief wave to Sara, he rappelled down the dark maw that was the old silver mine. Sara waited a few moments and then did the same.
It was instant relief, moving out of the bright post noon sun; Sara smelt the familiar old silver mine smell of amonia and dry dust, and she felt the rope biting into the heavy gloves.
The mine rushed by her, and soon she thudded pleasurably into Ryan, who was waiting for him in his normal fashion. His hips pressed comftorably into her butt.
“Hi.” She said.
“Hi.” He replied.
The two set off, and Sara clicked on her big mag light, Ryan following close behind her.
Ryan picked up on it first.
“God, does it smell in here or what? What is that?” Sara sniffed and immediately began to gag, putting her wrist just under her nose.
The reek of rotting flesh was all over.
“God, what died?” She asked, stumbling forwards, nearly tripping over a rock.
“Oh, god.” Ryan said. Sara turned around, the flashlight illuminating the back of the lowest mine shaft and Ryan’s face. He was uncharisicaly pale, and staring downwards. Sara moved her light that way.
The remnants of young boy were strewn across the cave floor, and it was not a rock Sara had nearly tripped over. It was his head. Sara kicked it disgustedly and recoiled into Ryan, who caught her and held her close. The head rolled a little and came to a stop, facing towards her.
“Holly shit, I guess Tommy didn’t run away.”
“Oh, god, I think I'm going to hurl…” Sara said, spinning away from Ryan’s grasp. She dry heaved repeaditly into the dry floor, and Ryan snatched the flashlight away from her, and shone it down the cramped corridor.
“Who’s there?” He said, playing the beam around.
“What is it?” Sara asked, leaning against the wall.
“I…I think I just saw some one down there move.” Sara looked down there.
“Shit, are you serious? This is not funny, Ryan! We just found Tommy, or like half of him, anyway.”
“No, I'm dead serious, Sara…Some one was moving down there.”
“H…Hello?” Sara yelled, choking down the bile in her throughout.
There was no answer. Ryan moved forwards a little, but Sara held out her hand, stopping him gently.
“Let’s get out of here.
“Yeah, like now.” Ryan said, edging back towards the static line upwards. It was a long way up, but they were both in good shape and could make the 80-degree climb.
“What was that?” Sara said, stopping, now a few feet behind Ryan.
“I don’t know…” They both stood still and listened, hearing only their own breath and heartbeats, and then they heard the shuffling.
It sounded far away at first, but then it louder. It was the sound of a blunt object being forced up against the loose gravel on the floor, pushing it to the sides. They started running when they heard the first moan.
“Holly shit, Sara, what the hell is this?” Ryan said as he started to run. Before Sara could answer, the flashlight beam went helter skelter as Ryan tripped, and then it went out with an audible crash of breaking plastic and glass.
“Oh, shit!” Sara said, moving forwards blindly, her hands out stretched for Ryan. They stood there for a few seconds in the darkness, the shuffling and moaning getting louder, the stench of rotting flesh intensifying.
“Oh, god, oh, god…What are we going to do? What are we going to do?” Sara half screamed, trying to bite down on the panic that was grabbing her by the throughout.
“Relax, its okay, ive got it.” He said, making a rummaging sound. There was a snap and a sudden bright green glow as Ryan broke a glow stick, and the eerie incandescent green light served only to throw harsh shadows through the small tunnel, but it silhouetted the shambling human like figures in front of them very well.
“Wha…what are they?” Sara asked, pushing away from Ryan, the fine hairs on her arms and neck standing on end, a voice in her head screaming at her to run in the opposite direction.
“I don’t know. They’re between us and the rope, though.” Ryan said, squaring off his shoulders. Sara frowned and stepped up beside him.
“Okay, I guess we know what to do.”
“Uh-huh.” Sara said.
“Fuck this. Quit stalling. Lets go.” Ryan said, setting off towards the figures at a slow pace, his arms outstretched, Sara following close behind.
Ryan took a swing at the first one, his scraped off face horrific in the bright green light, and the punch connected with his stomach with a horrendous splotch sound and wave of noxious gas. Sara felt like she was going to throw up again, and kicked the nearest figure in the shin, and she felt something snap there. The figure battling with Ryan ignored the blow and slowly raised his hands to Ryan’s shoulders, clasping him tightly as he pushed him to the cave wall. Ryan fought back and pushed him off, and, Sara, seeing her opportunity, rolled through the gap and ran for the rope, Ryan close behind her.
“Wait!” Ryan cyred, stopping and fumbling in the light of the glow stick, sticking his hand in his pocket.
“These shores are like firewood…It’s been dry down here for fifty years, they’ll go up like tinder.” He said. He came out with the small survival kit and unrolled the tube of fire paste, condensed toothpaste like accelerate. He squeezed it along the base of one of the big timber beams that was holding the roof up, and flicked a match onto it.
The fire paste lit up with a smell of bleach and a bright white spark, and wood smoke instantly caught Sara’s nostrils, the big timber beam lighting up like a piece of paper, and the one next to it doing the same as well. The shambling figures continued walking, and the two youths ran into the daylight of the mineshaft, clipping onto the rope and frantically beginning to climb as they choked on the dense, almost brown, smoke. Before they started their climb, one more horrifying scent reached the pair; it smelled like over cooked pork.
The two climbed quickly, Ryan in front and Sara behind, and both of them were relieved to once again step into the blasting heat of a desert afternoon, and they lay on top of each other, panting from the climb.
“God, that was fucked up.” Ryan said slowly. Sara ignored him and caressed his dirty face gently, leaning over to kiss him full on the lips. He eagerly returned the kiss and sat up, unclipping himself form the climbing rope.
“God, that was close. We have to get to the hospital…one of those things really nailed me.” He said, raising his right hand, a savage bite print clearly visible, even under the fresh, new blood.