How To Escape Cidhna Mine Novels & Stories

00:14. ​"Malakai, the timer!" I screamed over the roar of the gunfire. ​"I know!" he yelled back, his voice raw with a savage kind of joy. He reached into his tactical vest and pulled out a small, encrypted remote. "We’re not staying for the show, Leona!" ​He dived over the pedestal, grabbing me by the waist and dragging me toward a small, inconspicuous hatch in the floor behind the marble plinth. It was an escape chute, leading directly down to the sea caves below.

I dragged her out of the generator room, my bad leg trailing behind me leaving a smear of red on the concrete from my open cut. The basement hallway was incredibly loud now. The sound of metal bending and ripping came from the door at the end of the hall—the emergency exit that led straight to the outer mud ditch right where the horde was thickest. The air coming through the seals was freezing, wet and smelled heavily of rotting meat. "No! No! Please, god, no!" Cindy shrieked, realizing where the hallway ended. She began to fight with a wild strength kicking her boots against my shins and trying to bite my hands. "Marcus! Marcus save me!"

At the far end was a blast door. Damien smashed the console beside it. “This leads to the surface. You’ll need to climb. There’s a snowmobile hidden beyond the ridge.” “What about you?” Elena asked. Damien didn’t respond. He shoved the door open. “You’ve got eight minutes,” he said. “Go.” Rosa and Grayson climbed first with Rose between them. Lucian followed. Elena turned back. “You don’t have to stay.” Damien met her gaze. “I do.”

Clouds stretched across the sky like bruises, low and unmoving. By midmorning, Crane called. The phone lit up once. A single ring. Then silence. Cassian stared at it. “That’s not good.” Anaïs tapped the number. It went straight to voicemail. She set the phone down slowly, like it might explode. “We leave at nightfall.” Maris nodded. “We’ve stayed too long anyway.” Cassian pulled out his map. “There’s a service tunnel outside the train yard, maybe twenty clicks north. If we hit it, we can bypass two checkpoints and stay underground for most of the climb.”

"They're right on the other side of that door!" "You go," Pim said, pushing the tablet into Chalida’s hands. "You take this and climb the ventilation shaft to the roof. From there, you can piggyback off the city's broadcast relay. You can force the final 11 percent from the air. I’ll stay here and act as the distraction." Chalida’s eyes widened. "Are you insane? They’ll kill you the second I’m out of sight."

“ADVANCE!” Einille screeched. Vale lost count of how much Einille yelled that word. They never stopped walking and passed by to the hikers in front of them, which they would give way for them to go through. While the elevation went high, the oxygen runs low. They had to make a breathing technique by deeply inhaling and exhaling through their mouth Vale could see that Einille was tired, but she never complained. She held bottled water, and they only stopped for a few minutes to refill from the water source.

Behind us, I could still hear the yells of the guards as they inspected more goods that were meant to enter through the tunnel. Caspian didn’t look back. “Make it down the tunnel and then crawl up the air vent. You'll land right at the door of the meeting room. After killing Bartholomew, you run down towards the other end of the hallway where there is a laundry chute. All you need to do is jump right down, and you should land in a pile of clothes right back at the other entrance of the tunnel. This one only opens for five minutes each day.” I pulled the balaclava down fully.

The firefight raged for nearly five minutes—an eternity in close-quarters combat. The Narrow Escape Finally, Mia secured an exit route through an emergency maintenance shaft. “Go! Move! I’ll cover!” she shouted, laying down suppressive fire. One of their operatives took a bullet to the shoulder but managed to limp along as Damian and Cole helped him through the tight shaft. Explosions rumbled behind them as Cole triggered remote charges, sealing the main corridor and slowing pursuit. Breathless, bloody, but alive, the team emerged from a concealed escape tunnel several kilometers from the facility, where the extraction helicopter was already waiting.

The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity, as we searched for an escape route. Suddenly, Nathaniel's gaze fell upon a narrow ventilation shaft near the ceiling. Without hesitation, he grabbed onto a nearby crate, using it as leverage to boost me up towards the opening. "Go, Mia! Climb up and find help!" he shouted over the rushing water. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I climbed onto the crate, straining to reach the ventilation shaft. With one final push, I managed to pull myself up and squeeze through the narrow opening, my body scraping against the rough edges.

They looked at Faith with wide, terrified eyes. “Follow me if you want to live!” Faith cried out. It was a strange sight, Faith leading a small army of her own faces through the dark, twisting tunnels of the salt mine. Behind them, they could hear the roar of the ocean. Vane had triggered the flood. The tunnels were starting to vibrate as the salt walls began to dissolve under the pressure of the seawater. They reached the primary elevator shaft, but it was dead. The only way out was a long, vertical ladder that led to the surface.