Escape:
David might’ve chosen the wrong tunnel, Helena didn’t care. Rocks the size of pumpkins rained down around them. Once inside the low overhang of the tunnel, the party was protected from the lobbed rocks, but there was still a concern if the creatures drew close enough to throw them more directly.
“We need to go back for Jack, we can’t leave ‘em behind,” Kelly said as soon as the rocks ceased to bounce around them.
“Jack’s not coming back. He’s dead, anyone who goes after him is likely to join him. Those rocks must weigh fifty pounds apiece. You get hit with one it’s going to crush wherever it lands.” David spoke the truth. Whatever threw those rocks was more efficient than a medieval trebuchet.
“Does anyone have any idea where we are?” Miss Hettie scurried near the front of the
