Her scream became a grunt when she hit something solid. She gripped the old crossbeam that had stopped her fall, and hoped like hell it would hold. Far below she could hear the cry of the ocean, a siren's song that promised death.
She couldn't swim. Could barely even dog paddle.
There was another crack, then everything around her began to fall again, heading for the deeper pit of darkness opening near her feet
She let go of the flashlight and dove forward, reaching for something, anything, to stop her slide into oblivion. Her hands scraped against wood; she grabbed at it wildly. It shifted under the force of her weight, slipping several feet forward. For one heart- stopping moment, she hung motionless above the black pit, barely daring to breathe.
The wood cracked. She swung forward, desperate to find a more secure hold. Jagged splinters tore at her hands and offered no hope.
