Pitfall (original, right?)
E/O Challenge - Dirt, Gear and Ashen. For some reason, this was all I could come up with this week.
Each part is 100 words according to Word.
Disclaimer - Oh, how I wish.
The air smelled of ash and dirt and sweat.
It was also cold and wet and damp, down in the dark whole where they had landed.
"Dean?" Sam asked softly, his voice hoarse with the pain radiating from the heavy bump on his skull.
There was no answer.
"Dean?" Sam tried again, fumbling anxiously at his belt for the flashlight that was long gone.
"Over here Sammy," came the response, in a voice that was too tight and reedy for Sam's liking.
"What's wrong?" Sam demanded.
"Well, firstly we fell into a fucking hole. And I think my leg is broken."
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"Well, shit," Sam breathed, closing his eyes against the musty darkness.
"Yeah," Dean replied sharply.
"Okay, okay, let's think this trough," Sam said, more for himself than Dean.
"You do that Standford. I'm not going anywhere."
Sam winced.
"I think we fell maybe… twelve feet and from the way the sound is echoing, I don't think this pit is too wide. We just need to find the gear you had and use the rope to get out."
"Brilliant plan Sammy. Bravo. Just one thing. There's no way I'm walking or climbing out of anything."
"Shit," Sam repeated with emphasis.
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"Well then. What are the odds we get cell reception here?" Sam asked, digging in his pockets (with shaking hands) for a phone.
He came up with a handful of broken plastic that hit the floor with a stataco of sounds.
"SHIT!" he cursed.
And something small and solid struck him in the chest with a thump.
"Try mine," Dean whispered and Sam felt himself go ashen at the weak tone.
Flipping open the phone, a wash of relief flooded him as one tiny bar blinked on the screen.
"There's service," Sam told his brother and got no response.
He dialed.
