Crawling forward
Suzan squeezed her shoulders through the narrow tunnel, the earth scraping against her arms and back as she pushed forward. The damp soil clung to her clothes and filled the air with a musty smell. Her heart pounded, and every push felt harder than the last. “Keep moving,” she whispered, her voice muffled as she dragged herself on her belly through the darkness.
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