Crushed under cinderblocks

Collapsing against a vertical girder and slumping to her knees, she scanned the work area and spotted a stack of unplaced cinder blocks. Too weak now to walk, she was reduced to crawling, leaving behind her a slick of blood and some of her pride. Lying parallel to the stack of cinder blocks, she pulled her remaining fist back, punching a critical block at the base of the heap. It powdered and the stack teetered, heavy blocks dropping atop her. They thudded into her hard, small body, an avalanche that covered her and the duffel bag.
Lying still in her concrete cocoon, she slept.


Chapter 17, Page 271-272