Shining

It was as dark as Hades as he approached the underpass. The shaft was even darker.

He could see illumination at the far end, and that gave him hope. It meant people, and where there were people, there was safety, food, and fire.

Slowly he walked down the passageway, hugging the wall. He couldn’t see a thing in front of him, so he shuffled to avoid tripping.

More than halfway to the glow, he sensed a movement, then heard the knife’s click. He’d have to pass through Hell to get to the light at the end of his eternal tunnel.