The only light Blake had seen in the past five days had been that of Humbot's head lamps. Humbot had found an underground spring on the second day, and the water they had taken from it was running precariously low.
Blake had been at peace with the idea of death. As a soldier, he had to be. But to die like this, in the dark, under the earth, where his body would never be -
"My toe!"
Blake had stubbed his toe. In the dark, he knelt to find what had caused it. Feeling along the rock, he came to an unnaturally smooth facing of rock. Inching his hand along it, it leveled off, before hitting another smooth facing.
"Humbot! Can I get some light here? I think I've found some stairs!"
Humbot's lights flashed on and sure enough, there were stairs carved into the rock. Stairs meant people had been here, and for people to survive meant water was somewhere around.
"Do we climb, Blake?"
"We climb."
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