Fallen

Fallen: Chapter 1

Jon looked up. He had no choice but to try to climb the hill with no gear. He placed his foot, and grabbed the first rock he could with his right hand. He had to move quickly... The reason was right behind him, moving at full speed. A sprinter. When Jon had left to to search a nearby campsite, it spotted him, and began to chase him. Sprinters were obviously faster than walkers. By alot. His hands fumbled, as he searched for another good rock to grab. He dident think to bring any weapons with him when he left, Mary needed them more than he did. He was at least 10 feet of the ground when the sprinter reached the bottom of the cliff. Male, or used to be. Jon was out of reach of it, and he couldent afford to fall. He had another 7 feet or so to climb before he would be at the top of the cliff. Jon grabbed a rock with his right hand, and almost slipped. He gripped the rock tightly. He winced as blood slid down his arm, and dripped onto the ground below him. He continued to climb. Jon had decided to stop looking down, as he would get scared, and nervous. He couldn't afford to slip now. Climbing hurt. Almost there. Jon had literally 2 feet left to climb. His left hand reached the top. He reached up to grab onto the land with his right when his hand slipped. Jon was right handed, so his left hand was weaker than his right. So dangling there with his left was bad. "Help!" Jon shouted. He searched for a spot to put his feet. Anywhere. There was nowhere where his feet would stay. "Any-" Jon began he was interrupted by something. His left hand had slipped, and he was falling to the ground.