Gunning the engine, Alex burst out into the clearing, slammed his brake on and slid the bike to a stop, inches away from the start of the concrete slope.
The first one came through the heavy brush, saw Alex and starting advancing, quickly followed by more and more.
Alex shoved the bike away and started to climb the slope, racing ahead of the advancing horde, grabbed the tethered rope and swung away from the ledge.
With a loud ‘CRACK’ the rope snapped, dropping Alex to the bottom of the gorge, 40 feet below.
He landed hard and heard his legs make a similar sound to the rope.
Lying on his back, winded, bleeding and unable to move, he saw the first of his pursuers blindly walking over the edge of the trap, plummeting down to land alongside Alex.