Ike pounded the solid clay wall as hard as he could. “Damnit!” He screamed. He leaned into the wall and huffed as blood mingled with the dust. “This isn’t working.”
Scraping what was left of his fingernails over the dirt and rocks, he tried once again to find footholes to continue upward. His leg prickled madly, sending jolts through him every time he lifted it. It was losing feeling, fast. He had to get to the top of the wall before he couldn’t move it anymore, or else he was sure to fall. Ike was so high up that if he fell he would die, but he still had twice as much to climb.
With his uninjured leg, he found another place to put his foot. He rested it there, and patted the wall above him for a ledge to grab. With all his weight on the injured leg, he felt faint, he was sure he would fall before he could make it another foot up the wall.
“Just keep going. Come on, Claudia needs you.”
Ike blinked hard and inhaled deeply. He felt almost delirious. Light headed from blood loss, tired from his severe lack of rest, his mind clouded with anger and stress.He found a small ledge and pulled himself up. The ledge crumbled under his fingers. He slipped, and before he knew it, he was sliding vertically down the wall. He shut his eyes tightly and muttered an apology to Claudia.