He had been trapped underground for weeks. Everyone assumed the blast had killed him so a ceremony took place in his honour. Little did they know he was using every last drop of energy he had left to escape. Rats and bugs covered him like a rotting corpse, but he refused to give up because he needed, and wanted, to see his wife and children again. They were keeping him going.
As he scurried through rubble and battled falling debris, faith restored him. Light shone through in the distance and he felt an incredible rush of relief. He was saved. Tears stung his dirt filled eyes as he hurried towards his survival despite the bright blue sky almost blinding him.
Moments earlier, whilst he was reaching his freedom, a power cable sparked and detached overhead causing the pylon to fall to the floor like timber igniting flames and smoke that filled the light he was making his way towards.
His scream echoed around as the man so close to regaining his life saw the flames heading towards him. There was nothing he could do now.
It was over.
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