Climbing Out
A Short Fiction — Choose your own adventure story
This is a choose your own adventure story. If you haven’t read any other parts start with part 1 here.
I dig my hands into the snow struggling to find purchase as it spills down beneath me like sand.
Despite deciding to ‘climb out’ the first few meters are more of a dig.
It is possible to ‘dig up’. people always say ‘dig up’ as a joke, but I found out that I could indeed ‘dig up’ by pulling the snow down and then standing on it. Up at a bit of an angle.
After about three meters of snow is below me instead of above I get to a more solid section. I am still able to shove my hand into it, but it is solid enough that it doesn't fall down below me. I can pull myself up with it.
So that is what I do.
I punch the wall, pull up, then kick a foot-hold into the wall and stand up on it.
Eventually I get into a rhythm of kicking holes into the wall and standing up on them.
I toy with the idea of not punching hand holds and just using my feet, but one of my feet slips, and I narrowly manage to hold on, glancing down below me as I do.
It’s a long way.
