Further days passed, possibly weeks, yet the man remained within the tight apace as if an invisible box encased him.
The only thing this man could hope was that a rescue team would be sent out, even knowing this wasn't standard procedure, especially for a group of hunters as low ranked as this group, he could only hope upon the bliss.
His water reserves and food alike began to run low, he spared food not, he was hungry thus he ate, he was thirsty thus he drank...
His new routine consisted of staring, at the dark caverns in the hopes that he would see the figures of men, his saviours.