They rushed toward the shed, feet crunching over dead leaves. David scanned the area, circling the shed quickly. “No ladder,” he muttered. “Nothing stable to climb on. And that roof—there’s no way it’ll hold.” Lisa’s eyes swept the clearing. Her panic rose. “There has to be something. Anything.”
David knelt, pulling a long rope from his backpack. “We’ll climb,” he said, uncoiling it. “I’ll go up. I’ll anchor here and you hold the tension. That’ll help me pull myself up.” Lisa stared at him. “You’re climbing that tree?” The branches loomed jagged and high above them.