"Jerry Davis - Down In The Canyon (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

Finally Jason pulled Stephanie's jacket off of her and used
the sleeves to make a sling. He looped it under her arms and over
his, then managed to get to his feet. He was wearing Stephanie
like a backpack, but it was a heavy backpack. Taking one more
determined breath, he started climbing up the twisted, fallen
fence.
The crashing and snorting sounds of the beast came closer.
Jason paused in his climbing and looked around, but he could see
nothing through the mist. He resumed his climb, going slowly,
making sure of his grip. His burden was heavy, and it wasn't long
before he began wondering just how far he'd be able to climb
before he gave in to exhaustion.
The snorting sound was right below him. Jason looked down and
saw a shadow in the mist, and feelers tapping at the wall just
under his feet. It motivated him to climb another several meters,
but then he had to stop and hang on. His breath just couldn't come
fast enough, and Stephanie felt twice as heavy. She was pulling
him down, trying to make him fall. Jason was starting to get angry
about it. Why did she have to go to the canyon? he thought. Why
did she make me follow her?
Jason realized he was wasting his strength trying to carry
her up the wall. He had to face it, she was dead. She had drowned
in the river and there was nothing he could do about it. Hanging
there in the mist, he began to cry. He felt so hopeless.
Then the fence moved. The cables in his hands tightened and
gave off a peculiar twang, and he and the fence slid down and over
a meter. The monster was still below, and it was climbing after
him.
From above, he heard voices. Distant, grown-up voices.
"There's something climbing up the fence," a man's voice shouted.
"Another one of those damn things is coming up here!"
Jason yelled out for help as loud as his tired lungs could
muster, then he hung there, panting. Once again, he felt the rude
tapping of a feeler on his leg, and in annoyance and spite he gave
it a kick. The monster gave off a fierce snort.
"Heeeeeelllpppp!" Jason yelled. He tried climbing some, but
couldn't. It took all the effort he had left just to hang on.
"There's a kid down there!" someone from above was shouting.
"One of the kids is down there!" He heard scrambling sounds, like
boots sliding on dirt, and little rocks came tumbling down on him.
"Hang on, kid!" the man's voice yelled. Another, more distant
voice shouted: "We found the kids!"
The monster's head lunged upwards, huge claws raking at the
canyon wall. The feelers were all over Jason now, tapping,
prodding. The head moved slowly up and back, nose coming down, so
that the mouth was level with Jason's shoulders. Claws sunk into
the sandstone to either side of him. The snorting sounds were very
loud, and close together, like the creature was excited.
"Hang on, kid!" came the call again from above. Jason could
feel vibrations in the cables, like there was someone making his