>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGvxDzBv6Ec"Sarge, wait up!" Megan waved a hand.
"Arf!" the retriever replied, as if to say: "Move your ass, rookie! I smell people juice! We ain't got much time!"
"I'll just be a minute!" Megan ran over to the back of the torched patrol car and popped the trunk open. "Okay, let's see..." she briefly looked around inside with her flashlight, before grabbing the empty duffel bag to the left of the compartment and stuffing it with supplies...
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>NFSD duffel bag:>Shotgun x 1 [loaded]>Flare gun x 1 [loaded]>Pack of shotgun shells x 1 [buckshot]>Pack of flares x 1 [red]>Pack of .357 Magnum ammo x 1>Medi kit x 1>Pack of D batteries x 1 >Length of rope [conveniently unspecified]-----
Half an hour later and about a quarter mile down the road, Brooker Canyon was getting visibly narrower.
"Sarge *huff* gimme a--" Megan dropped the duffel bag and placed her hands on her knees. "--gimme a second. This *huff* this thing weighs a ton. Omigod *huff* I gotta *cough-cough* I gotta quit smoking... Like *huff* yesterday..."
"Woof-woof!" Sarge called, as if to say: "Rookie! I found a way across!"
Megan looked up and aimed her flashlight toward him.
A big Douglas fir had fallen -no doubt having been struck by lightning, judging by the singe marks- forming a makeshift bridge across the canyon; it looked just sturdy enough to support the weight of a brilliant dog and an emotionally unstable blonde.
"Okay, we'll just take it slow..." Megan swallowed, as Sarge hopped onto the tree trunk and made his way across in seconds.
"Show-off..."
The Sherriff's Deputy, stuffed her flashlight in her back pocket and climbed up on the log, reluctantly putting one foot in front of the other for what felt like hours, using the odd lightning to map her path; her hands tightly wrapped around the straps of the cumbersome canvas bag hanging in front of her, as chunks of tree bark cracked under her weight, before flying away and into the storm.
She was three quarters of the way through when she slipped and lost her balance.
"Oh, f--"
*THUD*
Megan fell down on all fours and instinctively hugged the tree trunk; the duffel bag hanging from her right hand, as the left one held onto the Douglas fir for dear life.
She looked down.
"Oh, no. No-no-no..." she closed her eyes and pressed her face against the tree.
"Bark-bark!" Sarge called, as if to say: "Come on, rookie, you got this!"
The tree shook. A chunk of earth fell down the canyon, followed by a handful of rocks as the log dropped a few inches.
"This isn't happening-- Sarge, quick! The bag-- get the bag!" Megan yelled, swinging her arm back and forth until she gathered enough momentum to land it in front of her.
The dog jumped to her, biting one of the straps and dragging the bag to the other side.
The tree shook again; this time around dropping about a foot lower.
