The fence was too high. I was climbing alone. No one else was left. They were gone, left behind, dying or dead. I was still climbing up and up and up.

The fence rattled as they started climbing. They were closer than before, than when they killed the others. They were closer to killing me.

My foot caught on something, and a hand circled my ankle. I was pulled down down down to the bottom of the fence. I felt them around me, every last one of them. They surrounded me, screeching. They tore at me, ripping, tearing me to pieces.

I was tagged by the wonderful prose-punk to do ParanormalCommunity's 100WordScream! I will be tagging people in the comments. Good luck.