Sinkholes: A Fictional Narrative

Chapter Two - Sinkholes

“There you are! We’ve been waiting forever. We thought you both died or something!” Kourtney Karranza cried.

“We’re fine Kourt.” Kirsten laughed as she took off her backpack.

“Did you get any good pictures Bellamy?” Kourtney asked while Kirsten and Bellamy sat down.

“Not as many as I wanted to.” Bellamy shrugged. “Can you pass me that backpack?” He gestured towards a backpack on the left of Kourtney, and she passed it over. Bellamy began to search for the sandwiches that they made for lunch.

“Where is Griffin?” Kirsten asked.

“Hey guys come check this out!” Griffin Kingg yelled out.

“Where is he?” Bellamy looked around

“I think he went to go check out the stream.” Kourtney said as they started to get up. The threesome wandered over towards where Griffin was standing, which was not by the stream at all.
Odds are she was going to die anyways, probably from impact when she eventually lands. So when she blacked out during the fall she didn’t expect to regain conscience, but she did when she hit the cold water. Kirsten’s lungs burned as she frantically swam upward towards the surface. Soon she resurfaced, and she was struck her surroundings. There was remains of what probably used to be a elevator but she wasn’t sure, they stopped using those after the Third World War. Above her was a large metal staircase that would have ended in the middle of the room, but only went down about two flights of stairs before it broke off. The rest appeared to be in a lake on other side of what seemed to be a cave. Kirsten began to quickly swim towards a wide strip of concrete. Once on shore she realized that it was longer than she originally thought it was. It was about fifty yards wide and a hundred yards long before it narrowed down into a tunnel, while the lake stretched as far as she could see on either side. All of the sudden she heard the faint sound of someone yelling her