"....Miner." Colin finished.
A yellow hard hat was strapped to his head and a pickaxe placed in his hands. He was drug out the front door and brought to an elevator. He sweated the whole ride down as the guardswomen pinned guns against his head.
The elevator came to a stop, and Colin was literally and unceremoniously kicked out of it.
"You! On your feet, we have a tunnel to dig!" yelled a burly redhead holding a whip. Colin was smacked with it and chained up with several others, joining them in an endless loop of striking rocks. No food, very little water, and foul smelling air permeating the whole place.
'How can I get out of this place?' Colin thought to himself. Then he saw his answer, a burly brute with a shaved head and deep set brown eyes pounding away with two pickaxes. This big brute was loaded with muscle, and not as dirty as everyone else here, meaning he gpt here recently. Colin began an attempt to escape with one simple action: