Earthquake Reveals Tunnel On Farmer’s Land, Then They See Where It Leads

Thick, greasy liquid

Charles turned sharply at Tom’s words. “Oil?” he echoed, eyes wide. He stepped closer and knelt beside Tom’s boots, reaching out to touch the sticky black substance. His fingers came away coated in the thick, greasy liquid. He sniffed it—there was no mistaking it. “You’re right,” Charles said. “It’s oil.”