@keep-singingx
Sam’s features twisted into fear. His fingers -- they were hanging on the edge by the first few knuckles of his hand. His feet swung below him. Loose. Above him was blue, careless sky. And Beth. Pretty little Beth, with her blonde locks and blue eyes. Beth, who had seen the worst this world had to offer and still, she survived. “Beth!” Sam shouted. His voice quivered with fear. “Help...” It was a breath, barely audible.
They had been out, looking for food, when Sam saw something glinting in the sunlight. He cursed it now, the dreadful sun. If he hadn’t felt a little wild, vowing to Beth a good time, maybe some treasure lit up for him to see three stories below... He wouldn’t be in this mess. He licked his lips, still hanging, slipping a little at a time. “Take my hand,” he said. It was all he could think to say.
He avoided looking below. There was no telling what was down there. He was out on a pole for walkers to hang out below, waiting. “It’s gonna be okay, Beth, I promise.”
