Saxon led the charge up the tunnel, the candle bobbing and spluttering as he ran, hot wax flying. Their feet slipped and slid on the treacherous floor of slimy crushed insect carcasses. A few minutes later, they burst out of the tunnel into an enormous cave. A terrible stench hit them like a hot slap in the face. It was much, much worse than in the tunnel, making their eyes water and their stomachs heave, even through the cloth wound tightly around their faces. The candlelight cast a weak circle of light around them. They stopped. Aisha stood completely still, every hair on her body raised in alarm. ‘I think we need some more light in here,’ said Ethan weakly, his eyes straining uselessly through the gloom. He fumbled in his pack and pulled out some more candles. He lit these from Saxon’s candle, his hands trembling, making the flames wobble. All four friends held up a candle into the deep blackness of that enormous cave. In the middle of the cave, looming high over their heads, was a gigantic mountain of rubbish.
