It was quiet, Kelly was trapped.

It was pitch black.

Her hand grazed upon her backpack.

Comfort and warmth spread as she embraced it.

The strap snugged around her shoulder,

giving her a sense of security.

Memories of her dad flashed through her mind.

It was a gift from him.

The only connection she had of him.

As time passed by, dehydration kicks in.

She became restless.

When she was about to close her eyes,

the floor trembled again.

And she screamed.

A ray of light appeared,

dust falling from above like snow.

Kelly screams louder,

and threw her bag out of the hole.

A figure hovered over.