Kai felt that they had been in this nightmare for days, rather than mere hours.
Only occasionally did the passageway open enough to stand in comfortably, and his back ached from the unaccustomed stance.
They stopped every so often, dropping down to sit on their heels in the dampness. There was only the sound of their labored, pained breathing and dripping water.
Sometimes a rat’s eyes reflected back, disappearing abruptly as the animal fled. The air was thick, dank and humid, and hard to breathe.
At times, the candle flame wavered dangerously, and Kai would watch it fearfully, afraid that their air would disappear, the candle snuff out, and they would die here, in the dark.
One by one, the candles burned down, and Kai fought to restrain his fears. If they ran out of the candles… He
