The blade had cut a gap four feet into the hard snow when Jon halted.
"Get me out! Get me out!" The child's voice laced with fear.
Something was wrong. He needed to get her out – NOW.
"Hang on, I'm almost there!" He yelled as he slammed the shovel into the snow.
**
The hissing and clicking nearly on top of her now.
They were going to eat her alive!
Her mittens pounded furiously on the snow overhead. She didn't care how much of it fell on her. She'd rather drown in the snow than be devoured by those-those things!
**
Sweat poured down his face as he pounded into the snow as fast as he could.
Suddenly, with the next strike, the blade punctured through and into emptiness.
Jon threw it to one side, dropped to his knees, and pushed away the excessive piles of snow to clear the opening.
His heart pounding against his ribs as a prayer escaped his lips.
Please, don't let me be too late!
**
The bright light exploded into her dark tunnel momentarily blinding her. With it a flood of cold, fresh air.
Relief washed over her as she inhaled deeply.
Skye attempted to blink away the blindness and glanced up.
A man with a light bulb on his head stood over her.
"Grab my hand!" He shouted as he shoved his entire arm down to her.
Fighting the urge to look back into the tunnel to see where the bugs were, she reached and grabbed his outstretched hand with both of hers.
In the next instance, she felt her body being lifted.
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One Deadly Night
Science FictionA man and his granddaughter are buried alive. A soldier-turned-Park Ranger attempts a solo search to rescue them when an unknown alien force launched an invasion - where mankind becomes prey to the most dominant species on the planet. Who will sur...
