Nelly used to think exploring the caves was fun. She found nothing exciting: bats, chunks of metal ore, rats, stalagmites, and stalactites. It was the solitude she enjoyed. After spending all day helping her parents wrangle a full house of kids, she enjoyed going to a place where no one could bother her.

It had always been a possibility that she would get trapped, and it finally happened. She had crawled into one of her favorite areas in the cave, a narrow tunnel covered in ancient drawings. There had been an unfortunate shift in the ground above her, and the cave collapsed, trapping her in her favorite place in the world.

After a few hours of digging in the dark, it got difficult to breathe, a sign that there was no air flow in the space. Nelly had blown out her lantern to avoid using up the good air, but as her lungs ached and vision became spotty, she lit the lantern again to speed up the process. In the light, she could see her blood-stained fingers before her vision went black.

Tears streamed down her face as she prayed her family would be all right without her.