Apocalypsis 03 - Exodus

from behind me.
    “Come up here next to me. I need to get farther up, but I have nothing to hold onto.”
    Jamal climbed up next to me, jiggling the fence.
    “Slow down, spaz! I’m barely hanging on up here!” I yelled.
    “Sorry, geez. I’m here now. What do you want me to do next?”
    “I’m going to take another step up, but I need you to push on my back as hard as you can, because I will have nothing to hold onto. If you let go or don’t push me hard enough, I’m going to fall right off this fence and squash Peter like an annoying, irritating bug.”
    “Okay, then what?”
    “Then when I say go, push me hard so I can lie over the top of the blanket. Got it?”
    “I think so.”
    I looked over at him, “Don’t think! Know!”
    “Okay, okay, geez. I know , alright? Just climb, girl.” He put his hand on the middle of my back.
    “Higher,” I demanded.
    His hand slid up.
    “Good. Now push,” I said, taking a step up. I used the force he was providing to lean back more, getting myself up enough that about half of my body was now angled out over the wire, dangling above my friends below.
    “Arrrrggghh!” growled Jamal. “I can’t … do this … for much … longer!”
    “Push me hard, now!” I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air, praying that the blanket was thick enough to keep the razors from cutting my boobs open.
    He pushed me forward and I used my ab muscles to help with the momentum. I flew forward, my chest and upper stomach area making contact with the blanket. I could feel the hard pieces of wire pressing into me from below, as the weight of my body smashed it down, flattening it to the top of the gate.
    I was dangling now, mostly over the wire with my upper body, and my legs still on the side where everyone but Jenny was standing.
    “Okay,” I said, my voice strained from the exertion of balancing on my ab muscles. “Now what?”
    “Go over!” yelled Peter, desperation in his voice.
    “I can’t!” I yelled back. “I’m stuck here.”
    “Okay, Bryn, do not get mad at me,” said Winky, grabbing onto the fence and putting her foot on it.
    “What are you doing?” I grunted. “Get off! You’re jiggling the fence!”
    “Jamal, get down,” she ordered.
    I could see her determined face from my upside down position. “Jamal, don’t you dare leave me up here,” I groaned out.
    “Sorry, Bryn. Gotta go,” he said before jumping down. The fence shook, making me panic as I imagined feeling jagged razor shards digging into my flesh.
    Winky started to climb.
    “I’m gonna friggin kill you when I get down from here, Winky, you bag of dicks.”
    She laughed as she climbed. “Bag of dicks? That’s creative.”
    “I learned it from you , you crazy … argh! ”
    “Shush. I need to climb on your back for a second.”
    “What?!” I yelled. “No! No, absolutely not. Don’t you dare … Winky!”
    She grabbed the back of my pants and pulled herself up next to me. The wire bent down more and I felt it in my stomach again, harder this time.
    “God, Winky, I’m gonna die up here. The razor is cutting into my artery.”
    “No, it’s not. You’ll be fine. I’m almost over.”
    She scrambled up onto my back, sliding down towards my head long enough to lean over and grab the fence on the other side, below my face. I was pressed into the blanket now, and I could smell it - it was musty and old. The pressure of Winky on my back, the odor filling my nostrils, and my general state of panic made me want to barf. “Get off!” I yelled into the blanket.
    “Here I go!” she yelled. “Wish me luck!”
    Her body slid a few inches, she kicked her legs over, and then suddenly her weight was gone. It disappeared in an instant, and I had time to lift my head and see her legs going over me in a semi-circle, being pulled to the earth by gravity at a much higher rate of speed than she had probably expected.
    I craned my neck to get a better view of what she had done. Her hands were holding onto the fence like some kind of Olympian on the uneven bars. Her legs crashed down against the fence as her body completed its back flip over me. Her body bounced off the gate, and the shockingly hard jarring was too much for her to manage. Her hands were jerked off the fence and her upper body flew forward, sending her face-first into the pavement. The sound of her body slapping onto the concrete was sickening.
    No one moved a muscle for a few seconds. Winky just laid there.
    “Winky!” I