You try to push up from your foot anchored on the gutter but the pain tells you to prevent further injury. The dog is relentless and continues to jump up at its potential meal. At this very moment your regret the crowbar and its added weight, you reach for another handle to heave yourself higher. At last you are able to shift your weight off your injured ankle and pull your other leg up for support. Back up to your knees you try to rotate your foot but it only hurts more.
Cursing you begin to crawl back toward the window moving slower and more cautious. Pulling yourself up you shine your flashlight into the room, it appears that the door is closed. You look over to the other window, it’s farther down and therefore more space between you and the thing bashing through the door at the end of the hall. You wonder for a moment if the door is still holding of if that creature is in the room now.
Inching across the roof to the next window it is once again silent you can’t hear the dog anymore. Once again you check the room with your flashlight, the door is closed and the room appears safe. You check the window to see if it’s open not wanting to swing a crowbar out here. Its lock or at least jammed, you feel you might be able to pry it open. Forcing the crowbar into the small gap you twist and turn it forcing it forward when you can. The wood is weak and slowly gives up, the window sliding up slightly every heave.
The gap is wide enough for your hands so you put the crowbar away and place your hands under the window. Pulling up the window objects with an assortment of sounds before finally giving in and sliding up. You swallow your mouth dry and parched, a memory smacks into your head, you have a bottle of water in your backpack. Climbing into the room quietly you sit on the floor and open your backpack. You shake your head, you totally forgot about the bottle of water, rope and the first aid kit you threw in here. Taking the bottle of water you drink unless you need to gasp for air.
You replace the cap before opening the first aid kit, doesn’t appear to have anything for a sprained ankle so you close it and return it to your backpack. You touch the rope, it feels strong enough to hold your weight but you can’t think of much use for it for now. You start to crank the flashlight again in the darkness as you plan your next move. From out the door and down the hall you can’t hear anything, did the creature give up or is it in the room now. You stop yourself from thinking of anymore worse case scenarios, it’s the last thing you need right now.
Trying to be as quiet as possible you stand and take a quick look around the room, it’s mostly empty. No bed or dresser only two chairs a desk and a bookcase, which is strangely empty. Hobbling slowly through the room to the door you keep the flashlight aim toward the ceiling. Stopping just before the door you press your ear gently against it hoping for a hint of anything in the hallway. For a long time there is nothing then the sound of glass breaking, its very slight but you hear it again. The picture in your mind is the creature at the window that you broke stepping on the bits of glass on the floor.
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