"Tie yourself to the fence," you mutter. "Great, which fence?"
When Todd had sent you into the woods with the mission to tie yourself to the fence with your ass in the air you thought it would be simple. Maybe he thought so too. Unfortunately, he didn't say anything about what the fence would look like.
In front of you is a fenceline that looks like it began with one type of fencing before it's maker ran out of materials and switched to another.
On the left you have a rough wooden fence made of materials that look like someone harvested with a hammer instead of an axe. Definite splinter issues there.
On the right you have a wire fence, about which the best thing you can say is that at least it's not rusty. It does, however, look like bits of it might have come from barb wire.
Either choice looks like it'd satisfy whatever masochistic tendencies your newfound body has.
You also realize that when he said ass in the air he never said if he wanted you draped over the fence, through it, or to just tie yourself to the bottom of it. You suppose that if you were going to tie your feet you'd probably have to go with the former. At least the posts are close enough together that you could reach them without doing the splits. |