The Stories Of The Unknown.

Mere Miner's

2 pm

My hands have wrinkled in ways that young people can not understand.
I have callouses lining my fingers from days of intense labour.
I work all day in smog and muck to make ends meet.
And no one has the time to care.
I think all this as I sit down for a swig of water, while working long tiring hours at the mine. The sun was high in the sky, and it was only increasing the sweltering heat.
And then all of a sudden I hear a loud noise, and shrieks and rucus all around.
I had heard often about mine explosions but till this day I was lucky to never experience one.
I rushed to the site, throwing my glass of water so it splattered in a neat pattern.
As I rushed in I saw bloodied corpses half attached and the dead bodies of my friends.
We all stood there gawking at the site, I looked over and saw miners injured, some with half their faces damaged due to the flying rock.
I saw stray limbs, and a lot of crimson colored blood.
I thought about all the miners families, and was silently about to offer a prayer for them. And just then the second explosion went off.
We all started to push each other so we could get to the mine exit.
But we didn't make it, the mine door closed in and we were stuck.
We, around 12 of us were stuck in a tunnel where amputated limbs lay left and right.

We heard a loud wail, and saw an arm reach up towards us, two fingers from it missing. We heard him croak and then right then his hand fell. And it too bent into a painful shape, then we heard no more.
Someone mentioned that slowly we would run out of oxygen. Someone else said that since we were working in illegal lands for a so called "banned" company no one would even know that we were trapped. But I knew even if someone realized we were stuck no one would come save us, we were not important enough to be saved. Just mere lower class workers, who did whatever job they could get their hands on to earn some money for their suffering families.
It had just been a good 15 minutes and i blacked out.