We find an old rusted fire escape that obviously isn't used anymore on the rear exterior of the building. It looks as if it could give out at any moment, but it's our only strategy that isn't "jump over the side and hope you don't die". I lower myself onto my stomach and reach down, grabbing the rail of the escape. I shut my eyes and pray. Well, here goes nothing. I yank on the rail and let my body tumble off the top of the building. I open my eyes again and I'm hanging from the outside of the rail - there is nothing, nada, zilch under me. I know this is the end of me. The rail will break and I will plummet to my death. No. My eyes snap open. I won't give up this easily. I won't let go of my life without justifying it. I will live. I pull with both arms (including my broken one) on the rail as hard as I can. My little freedom speech inside my head was useless. I fall.
Everything flashes by in at once - the rail snaps, Shera screams, I scream, I don't let go of the rail, even though it is detached from the structure. I'm falling with the wind whipping in my ears. I have seconds to do something. I stick my legs out and fold them around a metal bar on the fire escape, and I am now upside down, hanging by my legs from an old fire escape, holding on to a piece of rusty metal railing like it's my life. I come to the realization that I am only about five feet off the ground, and I chuck the rail away from me. No joke, I do the worst half-backflip the world has ever seen, and land on my feet on land sweet land. The blow knocks me off my feet and I'm sitting on my ass like a moron. But I'm alive. I am alive, I am! My stupid little speech did give me confidence! And nothing will take my confidence away. Until Shera falls too.