You punch the skeleton square in the jawbone and dash for the cart.The skeleton stumbles after you when suddenly it is consumed by the mung. You watch the bones break and hear muffled snaps and grind of bones.With no time left to spare, you dive into the mining cart, narrowly avoiding certain death!The cart whines under your weight and the wheels creak as decades of rust gives way with every rotation.Then like a flash, the cart rockets into the dark, snuffing out your torch. Screaming through the dark, the cart rocks back and forth over what seems like miles of winding, dipping, climbing tracks. Fungus glows like stars on the cavern walls and pulsing glow worms stare blankly as your whoosh by them.A rickety wooden bridge reaches over a vast, black chasm beneath you and for an instant you don’t trust it will hold. The beams split and crumble, collapsing as just you manage to roll forwards.Then suddenly you see it! A mining chute! Over the edge you go, as the cart clatters to a halt at the edge of the chute!You fall and fall and fall for what seems like an eternity. But just when you think you’re done for, your body collides with a mountain of linen, exploding with plumes of white feathers.“Hey, is there somebody in there?” You hear a voice ask from behind a wooden door.What do you do?