As guy reached the head of the mine, he peaked his head into his work place, hoping there wouldn't be anyone left. He was right. Thought no one in the town but himself worked at the mine, he always found other people working with him, they rarely talk but it was nice to know he wasn't alone. After seeing that his boss was not there, he let out a sigh and walked in, squinting as his eyes adjusted to darkness in the cave. He clenched his fist and began punching were he mined most of the time. He had left his hammer, and he guessed it was time to get his hands back to there full strength. He used to have fist, strong enough to punch through trees, and he made sure everyone knew, as he would fight anyone who would challenge him. He stopped as his hands drew blood. He hadn't realized it but he was weaker than he remembered.