Sorry this is so short an if it sucks the rest of this did not turn out as planned.
Steps. It was all Mal knew was in the room. Not only was it dark, but coal dust was so thick in the air that flashlights couldn't penetrate it. Everyone shut them off, they were useless. Mal knew they were going deep underground, the small amount of warmth lingering in the night air was gone. It was difficult to remain steady on the sifting ground beneath them, the resting coal dust was thickly laid on the ground here. As they neared the final steps they could see it. A yellowish light, as if from an aging light bulb. The area fanned out, and they speed out to look. It was one room, but was made into a labyrinth by semi-darkness and piles of coal. Then Mal heard it. A sharp voice that was all-too familiar. It said stop, and as Mal turned and trained his gun on her, Genevieve clearly didn't plan on going down on her own. She was holding a recently lit torch, and Mal knew if anyone made a single move she would drop it. That there was only one esacpe from the room, and Genivieve wasn't planning on getting out this time. She was planning on dying on her own terms, and by those terms they were all going down with her.