Reflections of Mist

Breathe easy

"Alysha, for fuck's sake, don't bring the ceiling down on us!"

Alysha could only just hear Nyx, as most of her body was wedged in her hand dug passage into the wall, her legs hanging out almost comically as she dragged herself through the dense rock passage.

"Don't worry, I won't!" She shouted back, gasping as her hip scrapped a sharp edged rock, catching her skin.

"Though, to be honest, I'm more likely to get shredded to death before that happens. Shit!"

She gashed her arm against another spear of rock, grunting in pain.

Outside, Nyx yelped loudly. "Oww!"

"Sorry!" Alysha called back. "I'll be more careful!"

"Come out before you crush us both alive!"

Alysha felt Nyx's hand lightly slap her leg, and decided to come out, backing up slowly.
She scrambled out, only to come face to face with an irritated Nyx, who was featuring a nearly identical arm wound.

Nearly identical being that it the mirror image of Alysha's, on her left whilst Alysha's was on the right.

The girls sported mirror image scowls, although whilst Alysha was laughing behind her eyes whilst Nyx was seriously​ angry.

"What?" Alysha said, playfully.

"You know what." Nyx drawled.

"Sorry I'm trying to get us out of here."

"I know, and I don't have a problem with that, I just think... I think we need to make a plan. A better plan."

"Better how?"

"Well, for a start, one everyone has had an input in."

Alysha chuckled. "Yes, democracy's great, but we don't have time. I mean, do you know how long we'll survive without water? And we've been damn lucky with the oxygen."

"Too lucky." Came a voice from the corner. Luci coughed as she sat upright, looking intimidating if it were not for the raggedy bandage tied around her head. "I mean, surely it would have run out by now. Or be running out. But nobody's light headed or anything, are they? We're all breathing easy. Which means..."

"There's an air shaft." Nyx clicked her fingers, eyes widening. "I mean, there's a crack or something that leads to the surface."