"I'm serious, Jimmy. Give it to me. Now."
The slight tremors have become more like quakes. Not slight. More like unslight quakes leading to whatever is bigger than an earthquake.
"Nah, man, I won it. Only thing I've won. Ever. I ain't givin' it up. You give." Jimmy juts out his chin and holds his hands over it against his chest, creating a cage of possession.
The quakes rock the rocks. The rocks start to crumble. It's like being in the ending an Indiana Jones movie, only it's not a movie, though it could very well be the end.
"No way. I'm closer. Throw it to me. This has nothing to do with nostalgia, Jimmy. If we die, no one's going to care who won and who lost what."
Jimmy pulls his hands away from his chest enough to see his prize. It glows golden. He covers it up as the pebbles fall. The only positive of the falling pebbles? More light. The more the rock cracks and breaks, the more light comes through from above.
"I care. I'll care when I die."
"What do you mean when?"
Actual rock-sized rocks fall. The brown sludge of centuries melts down through the tunnels. It is thick. It smells like ash.
"It's not an if, Roy. It's a when. We all gotta die."
"Yes, but not all of us have to die right now. Not if you give me the other half of the
Nice ending, and I also like how I don't know what item Jimmy was holding. "It glows golden" reminds me of what was inside the briefcase in Pulp Fiction.
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