<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></strong><br/><br/>With panicked eyes traveling the length and breadth of the supposedly 'only' escape route Fern's shoulder seemed to call out to her in aching throbs where the club bounced hard into her during their bloody encounter.<br/><br/>Jaw dropping, shoulders sagging her gaze moves slowly up the cliff face taking into her, bone deep, the enormity of her task.  The probable lack of success with such an endeavor.  A deep breath swelling her breasts she blows it out quickly through pursed lips.  Resignation printing itself firmly upon her.<br/><br/>"Peachy." Her only response.