<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice chuckled when Peter said he liked her ass. She shook her head and smiled when he squeezed her butt. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Cheeky son of a bitch"</span>, she murmured before she started drilling, a little more comfortable with the job than the shift before. Damn, that man was gonna be her downfall.<br/><br/>Still with these thoughts in her mind, Alice kept on drilling, paying attention to her work. <br/><br/>When the vibration came under her feet, Alice didn't think much of it. Lucky for her, Peter was more paying more attention and had more experience. When he yelled at her to run, Alice froze for a second. Apparently, a second was too long, and she soon noticed she was being tossed over Peter's shoulder.<br/><br/>Alice felt terrified while the rocks started dropping. She couldn't do much where she was, so she only tried to keep still and not move too much so she wouldn't cause any trouble. The cry of pain was involuntary, as sharp piece of rock brushed hard on her arm and even closer on her leg. She could feel the skin and flesh breaking, but she didn't move. It was probably a big gash on her thigh, but she didn't move. <br/><br/>As they crashed on the floor together, Alice groaned in pain. She then felt her heart sink. The other miners. <span style="font-style: italic">'Oh, dear God, the others'</span>, she thought to herself. Crawling from the place she was, Alice sat down, ignoring the small pool of blood forming under her left leg. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Are you okay? Do you think...?"</span>, Alice's gaze turned to the opposite side from where they had come.</div>