Apocalypsis 03 - Exodus

yelled, struggling to get off the wire. “Winky! Are you okay?”
    She moaned.
    “Somebody get me over this thing! Push my legs!”
    “No, Bryn! You’ll do a face-plant too!” said Peter.
    Bodo grabbed my feet, attempting to pull me back down on their side, but I kicked him away.
    “No! Get away! I’m going over. Winky needs me.”
    She moaned again and turned her head to the side. Her voice came out kind of slurred. “Damn, dad hurt.”
    “Well you’re a friggin idiot for doing it,” I said, struggling to pull myself over the wire, trying to grab the fence on the other side, below where I was hanging. My face was burning hot and I could feel the pulse in my neck because I’d been hanging upside down for too long. It hurt like hell in the spot where I’d been choked earlier.
    I started to slide over the blanket, heading face-first towards the ground. And the ground was really too far away for anything good to come of it. But the momentum had started, and I was too far gone to stop it. I grabbed onto the fence like Winky had and held on as tight as I could, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, sending all my remaining energy into my hands. Don’t let go, don’t let go, don’t let go!
    My stomach tickled like it had butterflies in it the moment my legs fell free of the fence and started their one-hundred-and-eighty-degree journey to the other side of the fence. A split second later, my entire back half hit the fence hard, bouncing up once to hit again. I was able to hold on for the first bounce, but the second one was my undoing. My hands released the metal and I fell to the ground.
    Lucky for me, I landed on my feet somewhat, if a little off-balance, and was able to execute a fairly decent drop and roll to distribute the jarring force a little. Once I’d stopped rolling, I scrambled over to Winky on my hands and knees, ignoring the cheering coming from the other side of the fence.
    I pushed her shoulder, rolling her over. Her face was covered in blood and her nose was definitely broken. “Oh, shit, Winky. You broke your nose.”
    “Bag-a-digs,” she said through her swollen nose, smiling weakly.
    “Bag of dicks is right,” I said. “And don’t be mad me for what I’m about to do.”
    “Wha …?” she said, still in a daze, right before I grabbed her nose on either side and re-set the bone for her with a loud crack.
    ***
    She frowned at me as we walked over to the front doors of the prison entrance. “You lygd doing dad.” She sounded like she had the worst head cold in history with a very stuffed-up nose.
    “No I didn’t like it,” I said, looking straight ahead.
    “Yes, you did. You were pudishing me for climbig on your bag.”
    “Nope. Climbing on my back was smart. I was saving your beautiful face from a life of pure ugliness.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that her nose was now turning purple and was twice its normal size. She was going to be ugly for a while, but at least it was only temporary.
    We reached the door and I pulled on the handle. “Locked.”
    “Brayg da glass,” said Winky, holding up a rock she’d plucked from the nearby planter. Her eyes were watering, I assumed from the pain in her face.
    I hit the window near the handle and realized too late that there was wire embedded in it. The glass broke but the wire was still there.
    “Sud of a bidge!” yelled Winky.
    I giggled.
    “Shud up, or I’m gonna go Aberican whide girl all over your ass,” she threatened.
    “Technically, you can’t do that, since you’re not white. But I’ll take your threat under consideration. Now tell me what I’m supposed to do with this thing.”
    “What’s happening?!” yelled Peter from behind us.
    “Door’s locked!” I yelled back.
    “Break the glass!” he responded.
    I shook my head, saying quietly, “Yeah, thanks, Peter. We couldn’t figure that one out on our own.”
    “Here, gib me dad,” said Winky, taking the rock from me. She bashed the window wire over and over like a mad woman, eventually causing it to bend inward.
    When her energy flagged, I took the rock and continued the fight. Eventually, the wire gave way, and Winky was able to sneak her tiny hand in and find the deadbolt lock knob. She turned it several times, and we finally heard the solid thunking of lock mechanisms moving back.
    I turned around and threw my arms in the air, claiming victory for all womankind. “We did it! We’re in!”
    I turned back to see Winky grabbing the handle