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Rodney lands on top of me, knocking the air out of my lungs. He rolls off of me, his AR-15 still gripped in his hands, miraculously.
“Are we dead?” he says.
“Yes,” I say, through gasps of breath, “we’re in heaven. Can’t you tell?”
I manage to get myself back up onto my feet and go to Leslie. She’s standing only a few feet away, her eyes focused on what’s left of the now empty bridge.
“All those poor people just fell to their death,” she says, through wide, almost shell-shocked eyes.
“You got a problem with that?” Rodney quips. “They were trying to kill us first, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“We most definitely do not have a problem with it,” I say. “But what I do have a problem with is that it’s going to be mighty tough to find a way back across this gorge.”
“You’ll think of so
