EXPLICIT - Kaboom Railways

	The sound of metal against metal echoes against the hard earthen walls as a roughshod mine cart starts to barrel its way down the rails, the distinct red and green colors positively aglow in the quickly-passing lantern light. The swatch of green, a male canine with emerald fur and a look of abject horror on his face, keeps his hands against the back edge of that cart, his worries coming true.
	“Och, Lass, we’re ‘avin’ a bi’ o’ a followin’ ‘ere!!” He turns his head behind himself, to look at the mass of red. This one was female, and more vulpine than canine in terms of shape and form. Currently, she was clenching her hands around a small bar near the front, her face stretched wide with a grin as far as her senses could take her.
	“YEEEEEEE-HAW!!!! C’MON, GIDDY! WE’RE ON OUR WAY OUTTA HERE!” The vulpine simply smiles, grips that bar as hard as she could, and enjoys the feeling of cool subterranean wind rustling through her locks. The canine behind her gives her a glance in return, the look of worry on his face exuding from his features.
	“Tha’ may be, lass, bu’ we cannae leave withou’ anyfin’ tae cat-” The canine’s words are cut short at that point by the cart suddenly making a quick swerve to the right, the canine’s face becoming somewhat deformed from the acceleration. The vulpine, on the other hand, has a grin on her face that would make anyone in that situation feel a bit of worry. The cart soon rights itself with a flash of sparks and the sound of metal grating against metal. In the brief light, the canine’s face, contorted in primal fear, quickly becomes illuminated with a small bit of orange light.

	Sssssss…

	At once, the canine’s eyes widen at the sound of something hissing against the cool wind flowing over his ears. After a quick look around, the canine sits there stunned - a small crate was sitting in the corner of that cart, the hissing sound coming from the burning fuses of the dynamite that were packed within.
	“SH-SHITE!!” At once, the canine reaches forward to grab a bundle of those explosive rods, the fuses burning dull and orange. By the looks of things, it doesn’t look like they’re going to have much time. Without another word, the canien brings one of those fuses to his lips, and starts to blow as best he can against the wind. For a moment, the fuse seems to dim, but quickly roars back to its strength from a second ago.
	The vulpine raises a brow - was that the sound of her companion a moment ago? She looks behind her for a moment before her eyes widen - the sight of her friend holding a stick of TNT causing her to jump. She opens her mouth to say something, but before a single word can pass her lips, the dull sound of an explosion causes every little bit of particulate in the nearby area to become nothing more than smoke, vapor, and the smell of burning sulfur.