Through the pouring rain and the sticky puddles of the thick forest, Dave ran for his life from the horrible sounds approaching. From behind, the awful whirring from a large drill, and from below, the rumbling of the ground being moved under his feet. His throat felt like a hot iron ball was lodged in it, and every breath felt as uncomfortable as his legs were from the constant running.
In an attempt to hide from the sounds, he dove behind a tree and pressed his back against the cold, wet bark. Carefully, he peaked over his shoulder down the path he ran down and swallowed hard when he saw nobody giving chase. Someone had certainly been there a second ago, and the pile of dirt and the gaping hole in the ground told him everything he needed to know about where the pursuer went.
Suddenly, the ground rumbled again and Dave looked down at his feet, aghast that they were shaking from whatever was disturbing the ground. With only moments to spare, D
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