"Squeak squeak!"
The rest of the burrowing gophers, numbering slightly more than ten, squeaked loudly and ran away through the tunnels in a panic.
She bit down on her lip as she stared at the tunnels for a moment before she went step by step towards a direction where she felt a slight breeze. With every step she took, she left a footprint, and with every footprint, she left behind a drop of blood.
She walked for almost an hour, and the first sound she heard was the sound of flowing water and, thereafter, a gradually brightening ray of light. As there was water present, the surrounding air was rather humid, and she bit down hard with every step, tolerating the almost unbearable pain, taking step after step till she reached the flow of water.
It was a deep pool; the bottom was not visibl
