As you run through the twisting mining tunnels, something seems to change. They seem to become more built up, the branches more regular - you are no longer in tunnels that were built just for mining, but some sort of central junction.
This is around the time the mines emergency power gives out completely plunging you into utter darkness.
The emergency lighting that guided your ways through the dark tunnels before were weak, leaving long shadows and with significant gaps between them, but it was significantly better than this. Nothing is quite like the absolute blackness that occurs a mile under the earth.
Urist's flashlight clicks on, and a beam of light darts into the darkness. "Backup power generator must have blown... shouldn't have, that thing was built to last 2 months on reserve power. The Cybrid's must have found it and destroyed it, or at least cut power to this section."
Toaster can be heard ruffling through his pack, until he finally pulls out a small pencil flashlight of his own. He shines it onto the wall above. "Just a bit of darkness, though. And this areas more worked - we might still have a chance, right?"
Urist shakes his head in the darkness, unseen. "I'm afraid it's not that simple - the reserve power also keeps the air moving, and the processor, and the vents, controlling the various intake and outtake valves. With it off, the atmosphere isn't going to be livable in here for more than another hour or two, and even that's only because of the emergency point power sources."
Dariush sighs. "Is there anything we can do? Or are we dead, then?"
"Not yet," Urist responds. "I used to work here before all this, and I actually recognize this area. There's emergency suits up... that tunnel, over there, and if we keep following it, I can lead us a hangar. Not the main hangar, the cybrid's will expect us there, but a backup hangar meant for repairing damaged ships. I can't guarantee anything is there right now. I can't guarantee it will fly - this section of the mines hasn't been used in years. But I think it's our only chance."
"Well then," says zombie urist. "Let's get the hell out of here, shall we?"
Hapah seems grim though. "Of course... we can't be sure he was the only one, you know. And I don't like it wandering about in this darkness. Did you see how he moved? Any one of you could still be another one of those... things."
Zombie urist slaps him on the back. "Come on - the important thing is that we survive, and whether or not there's another glitch in the group, our chances are zero if we don't move now."
"I agree," says Imiknorris. "We can argue and probe each other on the move, if we must, and perhaps any remaining cybrids will feel the need to make their move soon, as we approach potential freedom - so stay on your guard, and don't let anything past you. Better to jump at shadows than have a shadow knife you in the back."
The group is silent for a moment, pondering this, as they set off down yet another tunnel.
It is now day. Day will end in approximately 48 hours.