The beam creaked and groaned under my weight. The path was becoming steeper and more difficult to climb as the beam continued to bend. Then I heard it. The erie squeek followed by a sharp snap. The metal that was holding me up fell down into the crater below. I snached at the remaining stub unsuccessfully, as the shards of metal cut deep into my hand. I made no attempts to bandage it, for I knew I was finished. I heard a sharp thud as the old beam managed to strech itself across the crater, and an even sharper clang when I fell on top of it. The beam crunched under the impact and my hand was bleeding furiously. I grunted repeatedly as I climbed up the beam, trying to ignore the pain. I leapt at the edge of the crater as the rusted chunk of metal fell into the seemingly endless pit of darkness. I was far below the construction site, and knew I would have to fend for myself until I could get back up there. I tore off a scrap of fabric from the last person to fall down here and wraped it around my wound. A small Plutonian bear was gathering food nearby, and seemed to be unaware of my presence. I drew the small dagger that was provided to each of us, and threw it as hard as I could. It wasn't enough to kill, but the sudden pain had paralized it. I skinned the beast and roasted it over my lighter. Belly full, I fell asleep in a shallow crater, covered by a blanket fashioned out of the remaining fabric from that dead guy I had found earlier...
To Be Continued
This was a cool continuation of your earlier piece. It had good descriptions and I could hear your voice throughout the entire piece.
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