The bridge groaned beneath me, and the road cracked beneath my feet. I pushed through the mud and had to dodge past already missing sections as more crumbled behind me. I ran, crying, praying, hoping like I never had before. If only I could survive for my friends.
The lightning came. Two things told me this was as far as I would go. First, the vertical slope of the ditch. I couldn't reach him without slipping. The second reason lay motionless in the ravine. Chuck's neck twisted, with a thick bulge on one side. Mud hid his face.
Kenneth W. Myers 