I suppose they must. Giving them a pickaxe would make it too easy for them. We are, after all, _supposed_ to suffer here.

*Snape straightens and turns around, rubbing dirt onto his body as Wesley does, with some minor issues with his arms, which adds to his already still-bruised body. He starts to scrape his hands against the walls carefully but instead his hands start tearing at it, as Wesley had guessed the miners do.*

Oh, bugger.

*Rock and body parts are torn free as Snape helplessly and against his will begins to dig. He tries not to dwell on the various organs and bits of flesh he is inadvertantly uncovering and shredding.*