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Scrambling to her feet once she was free from the wreckage, Callan vainly rubbed her palms against her thighs in an attempt to clean them off. It was no use-- she was absolutely covered in a stubborn layer of dirt. The dust had yet to settle and she coughed as she waved her hand in front of her face. The action brought less relief than she'd hoped-- awakening a peculiar ache inside her chest. She tried not to think about it.

A few slivers of light pierced through the mine's opening, still mostly clogged with shattered support beams, rocks, and dirt, some of which was still very damp from the rain. With it being so cloudy, the light was faint, but it was enough. Focusing on that, Callan set to work. Tossing rocks aside, she dug as fast as she could-- stopping only to curse when the movement of one particular rock caused a miniature collapse.

Finally managing to create an opening big enough to crawl through, Callan climbed out. Setting her sights on Factory, she ran, still trying to ignore the burning in her lungs.