, rubbing his sore butt. All that detonation underneath him most definitely was not good for his tail fur.

Two tunnels were dug into the ground on either side of him. Jazz shined his flashlight down each one tentatively. The one to his left reflected a pale red light back at him off of its metal walls, but the tunnel itself seemed to stretch on forever. Jazz rolled his eyes. "If I have to start running for three days, I'm gonna kill someone."
He shined the light down the other tunnel. No reflection came off of the dirt walls in this tunnel, which went straight for a few dozen metres, then made a sharp turn to the right. It looked outwardly like a hastily-dug affair, as there were small piles of rocks lying about on the floor of the tunnel, and roots hanging from the roof.
Jazz sighed, made a quick decision, and took off down the dirt tunnel...