The elevator chains rattled and the platform slowly lowered into the mine. Four miners stood on the platform all thinking about the malfunctioned that sent four of their fellow employees tumbling to their deaths only a week ago. So this morning the four friends were nervous and didn’t have the capacity to hold a conversation as they were to focused on listening for any sound and looking for any sign that it was there turn to take the ride to the hard ending.
Today was particularly dangerous. Their job was to unearth a new part of the mine that the drill was unable to get through. They were given a box of expired dynamite and were told to make it happen by the higher ups. The platform jerked to a stop and they stared at the dynamite waiting for it to explode but it never happened.
“Dynamite, are they nuts! It’ll bring the whole fucking mine down” Bob wasted no time in getting his opinion out to the fella’s.
“If you don’t like it quit. Not much we can do about it.”
“We’re sheep to the slaughter, live with it or go in the unemployment line.”
“Hey anyone know where management offices are? Maybe we should plant the dynamite under the offices and bring management down to our level.” Snickered Greg.
“Yeah sure, then we’d be buried down here with them. Rather stick the dynamite up my ass and light it.”
“Shut up guys. Screw’em let’s get this over with and hope that if the mine does come down we can get a lawyer and we’ll have our lottery ticket outta’ere.”
“With our luck it will come down on our heads and the company wont pay a cent for death benefits because they will say we violated some imaginary procedure.”
“Guys, shut the fuck up. Lets just get this done.”
They walked through the mine and planted the dynamite as asked, ran the detonation wire back to the elevator and huddled behind a small wooden skid they turned on its side.
“Yeah this is real safe guys.” Bob said.
George looked at Bob and started counting. “3…2…1.” George pressed the detonation button. The vibration from the explosion knocked the men over as dirt fell in streams from the ceiling. They all looked up waiting for the ceiling to fall in on them but nothing happened. The loose dirt slowly came to a stop and their ears rang but they had survived the blast.
“Ah shit. That was fucking crazy!” Paul patted his body making sure he all the pieces he walked in with.
“The mine fucking survived!” Greg said with disbelief.
“So did we you moron. Let’s go check it out the damage.”
They took the same path back down the mine. Checking the walls for any weaknesses that might have been caused by the blast.
“Hey does this look okay to you?” Bob asked.
“Bob, you need to look at this.” Greg grabbed his buddy’s head and turned it in the direction they were looking. “You seeing what I’m seeing?”
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m looking at.” Greg said quietly.
“Worms, giant bloody worms.”
“Umm, why are they glowing green?”
“Who the fuck knows, maybe they tested nuclear bombs down here.” Paul said giving his pals the usual sarcastic remark.
“Who gives a fuck what color they are! I think we should make our way back to the elevator and take the rest of the day off.”
“Fuck yeah. This is definitely above our pay grade.”
They turned and ran back to the elevator, jumped on and hit the panic button. The chains rattled and the elevator moved up, but not fast enough. The giant green worms were moving more then an inch at a time and were catching up to them faster then the elevator moved.
The four of them had their heads up, looking at that speck of light that gradually got larger until they reached the top. None of them dared to look down they didn’t want to see what was coming up the mine shaft after them. They pushed and shoved their way off the platform and walked directly into a line of managers.
“Where do you think you ‘re going?” One of the managers asked.
Greg looked at the manager his was name was Kevin. Everyone thought he was a real asshole. “Kevin, I’m sick. I’m going home.”
“Yea me too!” Paul quickly added
“Me to.” Bob responded.
“I think I have the flu.” George said while coughing.
All four of the friends left as the line of five managers all out having their smoke break looked at them. The terminal manger of the mine was about to speak but was cut short as one of the giant green worms exploded from the mineshaft sending dirt and dust in to the air. The line of managers all turned, their smokes falling from their lips as Kevin was the only one who managed to say anything. “Oh shit.” The worm slammed down on to the ground, flattening him and the other managers into puddles of blood, bone, and guts that were dressed in fine suits.
“I hated them all anyways.” Paul said as he ran as quickly as he could.
“Well they were gonna get it someday, either from a pissed of worker with an AK, or a giant fucking worm. Who would have guessed it was a giant fucking worm?”
A Chevy Tahoe was parked closest, it was Georges. He fumbled for his keys and hit the button that unlocked all the doors. “Guys get the fuck in!” George said.
They wasted no time, each leaping in. Before all the doors had closed the engine sparked to life, it was jammed in to gear and the gas pedal was pressed to the floor..
“Hit it George, this is not the time to baby your truck!”
“It’s to the floor boys!” George yelled.
The worms were getting closer explosions rocked the ground as the three worms flatted everything in their path.
“What are we gonna do?” Paul asked.
“I’ll tell you want we are gonna do, were going up to my cottage, were gonna go fishing, and wait for the real bad asses to come and take care of this shit.”
“Did you see what happened to management?” Greg said. “That was messed up.”
“This whole situation is messed up.”
“That’s why we are going up north, away from this mess.”
The guys didn’t say anything about George’s idea about going up north, probably because they were all looking our the rear window at the chaotic mess that was going on behind them.
Once up at George’s cottage they settled in and were out on the lake fishing before days end.
“Are there any fish in this lake George?”
“Maybe we should have brought some of that expired dynamite with us. Then we’d be in for a good dinner.”
“Guys this ain’t Crocodile Dundee-“ George was cut off before he could finish.
“Fuck I loved that movie.”
“Yea, me too. That isn’t a knife. This is a knife!”
All the men shared in a laugh.
Their was a flash then a bright light that lite the horizon on fire. The ground shook and a large mushroom cloud could be seen in the sky.
“Oh shit.” Paul said. “Badasses showed up.”
“More like pressed a button.” Greg quickly added.
“Would you look at that, ever seen one of those before?” Bob said watching the blast.
“Do you think we have secret lives Bob? None of us have seen shit like this before.” George quickly added.
“Do you think they got the worms?”
“Paul, I don’t know. If we had…oh I don’t know a radio in that cabin we might be able to find out what’s going on.”
“What do we do?” Paul asked. “Should we get inside?
“I think we just stay here and keep fishing.” The men nodded in agreement with Bob, and cast out their lines enjoying a beautiful nuclear sunset.