For several more hours the men clamber down the tunnel, every now and then stopping to eat some rations they’ve managed...

After descending for what seems like hours in a miserable inky blackness, the only light that of their dull gas lamp th...

A dull sheen of gore leads the way for the men to follow, the snake like head having dragged its bleeding parts away from the battle, here...

Three flickering lights bob through the darkness; here and there the lanterns blast light onto rough-hewn walls to gli...

Coughing loudly Tom climbs to his feet; the cracked urn that used to be a toilet seat slumps as if some immense exertion h...