Her legs were starting to cramp already, and she struggled to reach up, grasping the leg of her shorts and trying to get her arm high enough to grab the rope.
Something that was easy in the controlled conditions in her gym, a few feet off the mat, was another manner suspended from a swaying rope with the wind whipping around her body.
Miranda's screams had faded away, and she was vaguely conscious of Trevor shouting something - she glanced back for a second, and it looked like he was starting across the thick foot rope itself, crawling on his belly, inching himself along hand over hand. She yelled at him stay back, but realized her
voice was just carried away on the wind.
He would never make it, and even if he did, she doubted she could hold on with her legs long enough for him to rea
