I stop for a rest. But the little rung is bending... it comes out! I try to hang onto the next one but the sudden added weight makes it come loose too, and I slip!
I must have fallen a good twenty feet. My feet stayed hooked on the lower rungs for a second, so I fell badly and my back hit the ground first. I know some bones are broken. But I can't feel anything from my waist down! My back is broken! I can't move! The Morlocks are alerted by the sound of my fall. I see them coming toward me. To them I am an injured animal. Tomorrow I'll be their dinner! This is...
Or is there anything I can do to prevent the inevitable?