James tucks his pistols away and he walks upto the ladder. Gazing to the top of the shaft, some 60 feet above you, there comes a faint sign of daylight. He sets his foot on the first step and slowly and carefully does he make his way up. Almost at the top, some 10 feet away he grabs another step to pull himself up but it cracks and breaks away under his grasp...
Feeling the wood give way under his weight and himself falling backwards into the shaft and the darkness below James lets out a muffled scream. In his panic and the threat of a 50 ft. fall looming over him, he makes a wild grab attempt to get hold of another piece of the ladder.
And so he does.
Pulling himself together and realising he is not falling down to his doom he finds himself hanging on one arm and just 1 foot on a step. He pulls himself back onto the ladder with all his strengh after a few attempts and not too soon because his strengh is failing him. Quickly he scales the remaining wooden pieces of the ladder and he emerges to the top... safe, but barely.
James hasn't lost his wit yet, so he pulls his glock and glances around him. But there is nothing to be seen. While you glance around, you hear the sound of a car starting in the distance. You sprint towards the cave exit to see if someone is taking off with your Hum-Vee but when you emerge out of the cave, blinded by the daylight reflecting off the snow, you can just make out a SUV racing through the snow while your eyes adjust to the light. It's heading back to town.
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