Tricia grabbed his hand, hard enough to bring a flare of pain as the old trailer squealed and tipped up, kitchen end first. The four of them tumbled and rolled, as if caught in a washing machine’s cycle.
* * *
Despite the booze, Fred was the first to react as the trailer came to a stop with a thud. He had a mental flash, an image of Hopman’s septic tank tumbling down into the black chasm, and had a good idea what was happening to them.
“Everybody out. Now!” he shouted, and headed for the door, even as the trailer lurched again and tipped up to a thirty-degree angle. Loose furniture slid across the floor, and there was a clatter and crash from the scullery as the kitchenware scattered.
The other man crouched in the fetal position by the sofa, moaning piteously. The two women were right behind Fred as he opened the door. The front end of the trailer took a fresh dive downwards, threatening to knock them off their feet again. Bottles, glasses, television and coffee table all flew in the air to crash and break against the kitchen wall. The hunched man slid, almost comically slowly, across the floor, mewling like a frightened kitten as he went.
Tricia made a move to go to help him, but Fred pushed her out the door.
“I’ll get him. Just go.”
Outside all was dark. Screams echoed through the night, accompanied by a crashing, tearing cacophony of breaking glass and twisting metal. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t confined to this trailer. But there was no time to dwell on that.
The quiet girl had already leapt, still silent, out into the dark. Tricia turned in the doorway and held out a hand towards Fred.
“Come on,” she shouted. “It’s going over.”
Fred reached for her. The man across the room wailed again.
“Don’t leave me!”
Fred looked at Tricia’s hand, then across at the terrified man in the corner.
Like a deer in the headlights .
“I can’t leave him,” Fred said. “You go. I’m right behind you.”
He waited until Tricia leapt from the doorway before heading across the room, almost having to climb as the trailer took another lurch.
Out of time. I’m not going to reach him.
“Come here!” he shouted at the man.
The man wailed again, a wordless cry of fear. Fred yelled back at him. “If you don’t come here right now, I’m going to kick ten grades of shit out of you.”
That finally got the other man moving. He got unsteadily to his feet and headed for Fred in a sideward shuffle. The trailer squealed and rolled slightly, throwing the men together. They clasped hands and headed for the doorway, reaching it just as the trailer stood up, almost vertical on its front end.
“Jump,” Fred shouted. The man seemed to have gained some courage from somewhere. He leapt out into the darkness. Fred tried to follow, but was caught off balance by another jolt of the trailer. A scream came from outside, and then the trailer started to tip over. Fred grabbed for the edge of the door, managed to get a hold and pulled himself upright.
“Jump,” someone shouted. He didn’t need to be told twice. He leapt into darkness, just as the trailer fell away from beneath him.
He heard a crash, far below, but he was too busy scrambling for footing. He managed to get clear of the falling trailer, but had jumped, not onto solid ground, but against the crumbling wall of a newly formed hole. For a horrible second he thought he might tumble down to join the debris in the pit, but then he found some purchase, and pulled himself up, clambering out of the hole. He rolled aside, panting with exertion and trying not to throw up what little remained in his gut.
Another scream came from somewhere nearby, one that was quickly cut off, leaving behind only silence.
He got unsteadily to his feet and looked around, disoriented.
“Don’t just stand there,” Tricia shouted. “Run.”
She was ten yards to his left, standing with the other two. Fred immediately saw that he stood in a precarious situation.
* * *
Despite the booze, Fred was the first to react as the trailer came to a stop with a thud. He had a mental flash, an image of Hopman’s septic tank tumbling down into the black chasm, and had a good idea what was happening to them.
“Everybody out. Now!” he shouted, and headed for the door, even as the trailer lurched again and tipped up to a thirty-degree angle. Loose furniture slid across the floor, and there was a clatter and crash from the scullery as the kitchenware scattered.
The other man crouched in the fetal position by the sofa, moaning piteously. The two women were right behind Fred as he opened the door. The front end of the trailer took a fresh dive downwards, threatening to knock them off their feet again. Bottles, glasses, television and coffee table all flew in the air to crash and break against the kitchen wall. The hunched man slid, almost comically slowly, across the floor, mewling like a frightened kitten as he went.
Tricia made a move to go to help him, but Fred pushed her out the door.
“I’ll get him. Just go.”
Outside all was dark. Screams echoed through the night, accompanied by a crashing, tearing cacophony of breaking glass and twisting metal. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t confined to this trailer. But there was no time to dwell on that.
The quiet girl had already leapt, still silent, out into the dark. Tricia turned in the doorway and held out a hand towards Fred.
“Come on,” she shouted. “It’s going over.”
Fred reached for her. The man across the room wailed again.
“Don’t leave me!”
Fred looked at Tricia’s hand, then across at the terrified man in the corner.
Like a deer in the headlights .
“I can’t leave him,” Fred said. “You go. I’m right behind you.”
He waited until Tricia leapt from the doorway before heading across the room, almost having to climb as the trailer took another lurch.
Out of time. I’m not going to reach him.
“Come here!” he shouted at the man.
The man wailed again, a wordless cry of fear. Fred yelled back at him. “If you don’t come here right now, I’m going to kick ten grades of shit out of you.”
That finally got the other man moving. He got unsteadily to his feet and headed for Fred in a sideward shuffle. The trailer squealed and rolled slightly, throwing the men together. They clasped hands and headed for the doorway, reaching it just as the trailer stood up, almost vertical on its front end.
“Jump,” Fred shouted. The man seemed to have gained some courage from somewhere. He leapt out into the darkness. Fred tried to follow, but was caught off balance by another jolt of the trailer. A scream came from outside, and then the trailer started to tip over. Fred grabbed for the edge of the door, managed to get a hold and pulled himself upright.
“Jump,” someone shouted. He didn’t need to be told twice. He leapt into darkness, just as the trailer fell away from beneath him.
He heard a crash, far below, but he was too busy scrambling for footing. He managed to get clear of the falling trailer, but had jumped, not onto solid ground, but against the crumbling wall of a newly formed hole. For a horrible second he thought he might tumble down to join the debris in the pit, but then he found some purchase, and pulled himself up, clambering out of the hole. He rolled aside, panting with exertion and trying not to throw up what little remained in his gut.
Another scream came from somewhere nearby, one that was quickly cut off, leaving behind only silence.
He got unsteadily to his feet and looked around, disoriented.
“Don’t just stand there,” Tricia shouted. “Run.”
She was ten yards to his left, standing with the other two. Fred immediately saw that he stood in a precarious situation.
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