I was out cold
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"I think we'll have to continue digging the tunnel whilst she's 'asleep' and then leave her in the more open part so when she comes round she'll not know where we've gone?" queried a youngish man called Cormack to his pal Dean, informally known as Yogurt.
"I reckon so mate, we better get going like, before there's a cave-in and we're all buried alive done here. She needs out to though, we know what it feels like, don't we mate?" responded Yogurt.
Cormack thought about his response, and for a nanosecond he had a brief light bulb moment but the though died a sad and sudden death, judging by the expression on his muddy face.
He was quite a slim, gangly sort of boy; the type that would be a great shooter in basketball or such, but whom couldn't co-ordinate himself greatly and who had little leg strength. He had thin flaxen hair, which had been almost permanently died a sandy-brown because of so many weeks down in the underground caves digging.
He was a peculiarly optimistic boy, taking into consideration his plight.
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