Ovacaros Cave: A Short Story

Stalactites dripped water all over Alicia and Marion. It was moist, cold, and dark in Ovacaros Cave, at least that’s what they named it. Around twenty minutes ago, Alicia was taking a stroll through the jungle surrounding their hotel. They were staying in Vietnam, and were next door to each other. Alicia had become good friends with Marion, and told her immediately once she discovered the cave. As they were walking through what seemed to be the darkest corridor, Alicia dropped the flashlight, and the compartment holding the batteries unscrewed a bit. As she tried to screw it back on, a stalactite dripped some water right in between the batteries and the wires.
The flashlight went out suddenly, and chills simultaneously ran through both of their spines. Marion cursed under his breath, and Alicia huddled into a fetal position and began shaking. They ultimately agreed to get out as soon as possible, using other means of path finding. Alicia had some scrap parchment paper in her backpack because she likes to draw, and traveled along the paths, and made imprints in the paper that could be understood by touch, ultimately making a map, while Marion prepared for the worst, killing bats with a pocket knife he always carried around, and flash curing them with salt minerals he found in the mine and a lighter, and purified water dripping from the stalactite. …show more content…
After countless hours of redrawing the map, they had cured bats for dinner and slept, using only their soaked clothes as blankets. The next morning, and the morning after that, and for everyday, they drew maps, killed bats, cured their meat, purified water, and slept, until their last day Marion had killed off all the bats, the salt fumes poisoned the water, making it unable to purify, and there was no more parchment to draw a map. So they lay in their dark tomb, thinking how their demise, was caused by a drop of