terminallycooking fell into the excavation site
YoU gOt It GiRl. HeY, lEt A bRoThEr KnOw YoU nEeD aNy HeLp Up In ThIs BiTcH, yOu FeEl Me.
>For the time being, he decides to give her some space, retiring to a corner of the pit and just watching her work. Damn, look at that dirt fly. There must be something really extraordinary under all this sediment, huh? He hopes so.
You continue to dig furiously, occasionally coming across a few scattered bones here and there, which you throw behind your back into the inconspicuous pile of bones you've already dug up. There were a lot of these, actually; bones that were separate from their original skeletons. They weren't much to look at when alone, but when with the rest of the bones, they looked marvelous.
Your shovel hits something large, and you pause, glancing down and narrowing your eyes. Something was in there... and it wasn't a ribcage.
