We jump to the opening and splash through the cave as quickly as we can. But the water behind us continues to rise!
Boiling water pours in behind us, much faster than we can run. There is no hope of survival. It rises to our necks, then stops because we're in an air pocket - meaning it's air tight, so there is no way out. We barely feel the pain because of the adrenalin flowing through our bodies, but we know we will be dead in seconds.
I scratch my name into the rock, hoping that one day some explorers will find it, work out what happened, and reconstruct our story. We are just mortals, doomed to die. The volcano has won.
THE END
