Day 1

We were only about 68 feet in when the ceiling collapsed. Kyle and Dave where on the other side of the wall; to freedom. Me and Mark were stuck in the bowels of the cave. Mark thought he knew another way out, so we started though the dark, narrow cave. We tied a rope to each other so if one of us fell, hopefully the other one could save us both. Or, worse case scenario, we would BOTH die... After trudging through the mud for what seemed like hours, Mark finally came to a point where this would all pay off. I small light directed us to our salvation. We were about to be in the light of day, and all the cold, darkness of this cave would just be a bad memory soon. Turns out the light we saw was a reflection of some quartz by our flashlights...

Day 3

I hate Mark!