Abruptly, Mathias stops shouting, turning to where he thinks he's heard the sound. In the dark of the mine shaft, he can smell shit and urine, and even though he can move, even as his fingers clench convulsively at the dirt, he thinks he's broken his back. Just like Pablo, just like all the others, he's going to die down here in the dark with the vines and the flowers whispering his fate.
"My leg. My leg hurts, we need to get out of here,," he begs, falling into German. He twists, looking up toward Neil, his fingers continue to flex and relax, clutching at dirt and rock. "Neil! We need to get out, we have to get out, they are down here, I can feel them. I can hear them, can't you hear them?"
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:00 am (UTC)Abruptly, Mathias stops shouting, turning to where he thinks he's heard the sound. In the dark of the mine shaft, he can smell shit and urine, and even though he can move, even as his fingers clench convulsively at the dirt, he thinks he's broken his back. Just like Pablo, just like all the others, he's going to die down here in the dark with the vines and the flowers whispering his fate.
"My leg. My leg hurts, we need to get out of here,," he begs, falling into German. He twists, looking up toward Neil, his fingers continue to flex and relax, clutching at dirt and rock. "Neil! We need to get out, we have to get out, they are down here, I can feel them. I can hear them, can't you hear them?"