Here's the next chapter! Oh and about my other fic, When Life Lets You
Down, I am so sorry about the whole Monica Chandler thing and I will get
that all cleared up, just not now. On with the chapter...
He was cold, he was wet, he was tired, but most of all, he was in a pain that he was sure no man had ever felt before. He was almost positive that his leg was broken, his back was killing him for sitting against the tree all night, his head was throbbing with unmeasurable pain, and he could feel his pulse throughout his whole body. He slowly got to his feet, careful not to put too much pressure on his leg. He looked over at the bridge, just a little bit more to go and he would be there, but the real question was, how was he going to get back up on it? He would have to walk way too far to find an end to it and that could take him days, he had no choice but to climb.
3 Hours Later
He had finally limped his was to the bridge and was now staring up at the massive sturcture. He figured it was about 75 feet high in the middle but he was as close to an end that he could get so it was more like 45 feet. He took a deep breath and grabbed on to the cold metal. He pulled himself up, one bar at a time, one foot after the other. The weight that he had to put on his leg was killing him put there was nothing he could do about it but keep going.
1 Hour Later
Finally, only 5 more bars to go, but he was dog tired. It was already dark and he could barely see, the only thing giving him light was the moon and the street lights on the bridge. He reached the very top and threw himself over the railing. He landed with a thud on the other side, in the middle of the highway. He was laying on his back, looking up at the stars, too tired to move. He heard a loud honking and a bright light appeared to his right. He looked over and saw 2 head lights coming right for him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not good!" He leaped up as fast as his body allowed him to and started to move out of the way "Oh shit, this is not goood!" His leg gave out and he collapsed to the ground, he quickly sat up and tried to get his legs to cooperate but he wasn't quick enough, it was him vs. the giant 18-wheeler, and the all odds were against him.
T B C
I'm sorry this was so short but I've got lots of other stuff to get to, whispers *stupid holidays*. but what are ya gonna do ya know? Please Review!! (sorry for any spelling mistakes! I don't have spell check on this program and I usually use the lap top which is not here right now!)
He was cold, he was wet, he was tired, but most of all, he was in a pain that he was sure no man had ever felt before. He was almost positive that his leg was broken, his back was killing him for sitting against the tree all night, his head was throbbing with unmeasurable pain, and he could feel his pulse throughout his whole body. He slowly got to his feet, careful not to put too much pressure on his leg. He looked over at the bridge, just a little bit more to go and he would be there, but the real question was, how was he going to get back up on it? He would have to walk way too far to find an end to it and that could take him days, he had no choice but to climb.
3 Hours Later
He had finally limped his was to the bridge and was now staring up at the massive sturcture. He figured it was about 75 feet high in the middle but he was as close to an end that he could get so it was more like 45 feet. He took a deep breath and grabbed on to the cold metal. He pulled himself up, one bar at a time, one foot after the other. The weight that he had to put on his leg was killing him put there was nothing he could do about it but keep going.
1 Hour Later
Finally, only 5 more bars to go, but he was dog tired. It was already dark and he could barely see, the only thing giving him light was the moon and the street lights on the bridge. He reached the very top and threw himself over the railing. He landed with a thud on the other side, in the middle of the highway. He was laying on his back, looking up at the stars, too tired to move. He heard a loud honking and a bright light appeared to his right. He looked over and saw 2 head lights coming right for him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not good!" He leaped up as fast as his body allowed him to and started to move out of the way "Oh shit, this is not goood!" His leg gave out and he collapsed to the ground, he quickly sat up and tried to get his legs to cooperate but he wasn't quick enough, it was him vs. the giant 18-wheeler, and the all odds were against him.
T B C
I'm sorry this was so short but I've got lots of other stuff to get to, whispers *stupid holidays*. but what are ya gonna do ya know? Please Review!! (sorry for any spelling mistakes! I don't have spell check on this program and I usually use the lap top which is not here right now!)