Out for some fun spelunking, he now was trapped. Was this the end for him?
They didn’t think I could hear them but I could. Every word.
“He’s dead weight,” one voice said. “Exhausted, oxygen deprived, dehydrated. He’s got nothing left.”
“I don’t know how we’ll get him out before the rain comes,” another man replied. “God help him if that tunnel floods….”
The cold cavern walls stung my cheeks. My lips were caked with dirt, dry and cracked. My empty stomach growled. I strained every muscle in my body, twisted left and right, exhaled every cubic inch of air that I could. It made no difference.
I was far beneath the surface of Maquoketa Caves State Park. The words of the rescue workers in another chamber of the cavern echoed loud and clear. If the tunnel floods…
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