Disclaimers : Everything belongs to Joss, except for one character of my creation

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Alex scaled the high fence as fast as she could with one good leg. When she got to the roll of wire at the top, she didn’t even hesitate. She grabbed it with both hands, feeling it go through her thick winter gloves like they weren’t even there. She gritted her teeth, and pulled herself up and onto it, intending to swing around and descend the other side.

What she hadn’t counted on was her right leg not cooperating with her plan. She got to the top, balanced on the razor wire, feeling it sinking into the flesh of her hands, arms, and her left leg, which was braced against it as she tried to swing her right leg up and over. Only her right leg wouldn’t swing. She couldn’t move it at all.

Certain the wire must be hitting bone by that time, Alex had only one choice. She hurled herself forward, over the fence and toward the ground on the other side.

The fence was very high, and the ground on the other side sloped away into a deep ravine leading to the woods. Alex hit the ground hard, and tumbled down the hill through the snow, over and over, until she came to rest face down where the ground finally flattened out.

It took her a moment to catch her breath, and then she lifted her head. As soon as she tried to rise, searing pain shot through her hip, and the vomit reflex kicked in again. She pressed the back of a bloody hand to her mouth, retching, but she was empty.

She realized the snow around her was red, and she knew she must be bleeding badly. She looked down at herself. Her gloves, jacket and pant legs were in ribbons from the razor wire, as was the flesh underneath—but there was strangely little pain. Maybe the cold snow was numbing her so she didn’t feel as much.

Her hip, however, was another story. Whereas it had been numb when she first stood on her leg, now it felt like a white-hot poker was stabbing