CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
She can’t remember her instructor’s name, but she knows that he is screaming. She looks down beyond her dangling feet and can see him clearly. There is blood coming from the side of his head and his leg is bent at an impossible angle. This is all terrible enough but even worse is the sensation of frigid fear that is quickly taking over her body.
“Mackenzie, I need you to come down.”
He says this through a grunt of pain. She can tell he is trying to downplay how badly he is hurt. He does not want to alarm her. But even at fourteen, she knows that he’s in some pretty serious trouble. The blood pooling around the side of his head cannot be good.
As terrified as she is, she knows she has to move. She has to scale down the wall. That part should be easy. Her line is secure
