Jerry stared into the abandoned mine.Cobwebs hung from the black sooty roof.A broken cart lay in one corner,a pile of shattered glass on the floor,the air smelt fusty.From out of nowhere there came a sound of something squeaking,scratching,something moving.Jerry realised his time was running out,he moved further into the mine. Crouching down, Jerry felt something, it was a dead rat, he froze.