Bina: Watch in fascinated horror as the dead Naught writhes to life(?). You will never be able to un-see this spectacle.
It is kind of an amazing power to have though.
That's what she HAS been doing. It's fascinating, in a gruesome kind of way, even hidden as it is by the waves of pulsing darkness.
What is that darkness anyway? Every time she's seen it before, things have gone badly.
Bina: Kick one leg up over that ledge. If you can get one leg up, then the rest will be easy.
No time to think about that now. She needs to get to her wrist, and to do that, she needs to get a leg over the edge or she'll fall.
It's that simple.
She flails at the side of the hole with her leg. Her abs are cramping but she could probably do it if she could just get a grip on the damned floorboards. Her fingers keep slipping against the plastic interior of the gloves, and she has to constantly inch them forward against the roll of the plastic.
Come on. Again!
She swings again but this time she barks her knee against the edge.
Through the pain she hears the corpse make a rasping gasp and begin to move.