We didn't realise that the dead had been digging their way up to us until our tunnels met.
Us mining for ore and them scraping upwards, desperate to see their loved ones again.
They called out our names and wept with joy.
We unloaded our rifles.
Following their tunnels we came right up to their graves... under every single grave.
We found that every coffin in the churchyard was empty, from ancient to fresh.
The tunnels stretched off into pitch black dirt seemingly without end.
I still wonder who else they found and what they did.
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