Alex Irvine - Dawn of the Planet of the Apes

They could hear Ellie and Alexander shouting from the other side. It sounded like Ellie was screaming. Malcolm felt rising panic, and choked it off.

No. Panic would kill them.

He breathed deep, in through his nose to filter out as much of the dust as possible, and set the flashlight on the ground near Carver so its beam illuminated the rubble pinning the man’s lower body.

They got to work getting Carver loose. One of his legs was wedged under the other in a kind of figure-four. Malcolm got low to look more closely at which pieces of concrete were pinning him. He didn’t see much blood, which was good, and neither of Carver’s legs looked bent too much in the wrong direction.

“Okay,” he said. “We’ll clear the smaller stuff from around the bottom edge of the big piece. Then if it doesn’t shift too much, the three of us might be able to lift one edge of it enough for you to get your legs out.”

“Might, huh?” Carver said.

“No promises,” Malcolm said. “We have to be careful. The more we move debris, the more likely it is we’ll cause another collapse.”

“Thanks, Sunshine,” Carver said.

“I take my examples of good humor from you,” Malcolm said. Carver laughed unexpectedly. “Hang in there. We’ll get you out.”

“Then how are we going to get us out? We’re trapped,” Kemp said, rising panic adding an edge to his voice. He’d found a second flashlight and was shining it up at the point where the ladder disappeared into the cave-in. “We’re all gonna die down here.”

“Will you shut up ?” Foster snapped.

“Hell I will,” Kemp shot back. “You did this. How much C-4 did you think we needed? Oh, enough to collapse the goddamn exit tunnel? You’re a genius!”

Malcolm had already started scooping smaller pieces of concrete from around the base of the slab pinning Carver. Then he stood up and turned toward them.

“Both of you shut up!” he said sharply. “The more you shout, the more you breathe hard and thrash around, the faster we use our air.”

Foster and Kemp backed down from the edge of what would have been a stupid fight. They both looked at Malcolm, who took his chance to go on.

“We don’t know if any air is getting through from up there. We need to calm down and figure this out. Ellie and Alexander know we’re here. They’ll get us out.”

“They will, huh?” Carver said. “A woman and a teenage dork. Some rescue squad.”

“We could always just sit around and leave you pinned. How about that?” Malcolm offered.

“Hell, no.” Carver grimaced. “Get this rock off me, man. I can’t feel my foot anymore.”

Working together, they cleared the bottom edge of the big slab on his legs. Then Kemp got under it, right next to Carver, on his back with his feet pressed against the underside of it as if he was preparing for a set of leg presses. Malcolm and Foster squatted at the exposed edge, both gripping it near one corner. There was no way they could actually lift it off the floor, even without all the other debris on top of it. The only thing they could do was try to maximize their leverage by tipping one corner up a little, and hope that was enough for Carver to get out.

Every so often they heard Ellie call from the other side. Malcolm couldn’t stand it any more. He pressed his face up against the highest point of the cave-in and called out.

“We’re okay!” he shouted. “Can you get some help?”

He heard her say something, but couldn’t tell what it was.

“Anytime you’re ready,” Carver said, gritting his teeth in pain. Malcolm scrambled back over to rejoin Foster. “Okay,” Kemp said. “One, two, three .” He pushed. Malcolm and Foster pulled.

They heard a crumbling sound in the darkness and stopped.

“Whoa,” Malcolm said. “That’s what I was afraid of.” He turned and picked up the flashlight, searching the walls around them to see if he could detect the beginning of a secondary collapse. Not that it would do them any good to know it was coming, since there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it.

He saw movement, at the upper reach of the space underneath the leaning slab of wall. Malcolm kept the beam there, motioning with his other hand for everyone to keep quiet… and still. More sounds came from the spot, and a head-sized piece of concrete fell to the floor.

“Oh, shit, here it comes,” Kemp said.

Another piece fell, followed by a cascade of gravel. Then a hand reached down into the beam of Malcolm’s flashlight, grasping the corner of a fallen block wedged against the wall slab. Malcolm’s heart stopped for a moment.

It was the hand of an ape.

“Malcolm?” Ellie called. He could hear her more clearly now, and now he could also hear the sounds of more aggressive digging. A narrow shaft of light speared down into the bottom of the tunnel, then disappeared again as something moved to block it.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. More ape hands appeared, lifting rubble away. The shaft of light broadened and three apes climbed down through the hole they had made. He recognized all of them. A chimp who was always near Caesar, a gorilla he’d last seen holding a club as thick as Malcolm’s leg… and another chimp, with a bare spot in the hair on its shoulder around the unmistakable circle of a bullet wound.

Amazed, he watched as the two chimps dropped to the floor and the gorilla swung itself under the angled wall slab to hang onto the ladder. Malcolm pointed the flashlight at the bullet wound and looked back at Carver.

See?

Carver saw. He looked from the chimp to Malcolm and then away, down at his pinned legs.

The two chimps joined the humans trying to lift the slab off Carver. After a couple of tries, they got it heaved up just enough that he could drag himself out. The whole time he refused to look at either of the chimps. The gorilla studied the situation, looking at the injured human, then up, thinking. Then it wedged itself up into the narrow angle between the toppled wall slab and the wall, gripping the ladder with one foot and bracing the other against the wall. With its back against the slab, it pushed, and slowly the slab tilted toward the vertical. More rubble fell around it onto the humans and apes below.

“Hey, be careful,” Carver grumbled.

The gorilla pressed until there was a two-foot gap between the wall slab and the ladder. The chimps scampered up and around it, disappearing.

“Malcolm, is everyone all right?” Ellie called.

“Carver’s leg is hurt,” he called back. “The rest of us are fine.”

“She knows how to do stitches, right?” Foster said. “I’m gonna need a few.”

“Yeah, she was a nurse,” Malcolm said. “Go on up.”

Foster climbed the ladder as far as he could without using the gorilla as a handhold. It looked down at him and nodded. He swallowed and grabbed a fistful of its fur, hauling himself up to reach the first rung beyond it and bracing his feet on its massive shoulder before climbing out of sight.

Kemp followed, doing the same and nodding back at the gorilla as he went by. Malcolm couldn’t help but marvel at the creature’s strength.

He got Carver’s arm over his shoulder and helped the man stand.

“You feeling that foot again?” he asked.

“Damn right I am,” Carver said. “How are we going to—?”

A rope dropped through the opening past the gorilla. “There’s your answer,” Malcolm said. He tied the rope around Carver’s chest, snug under his armpits, and walked Carver to the ladder. Using both hands and one foot, Carver worked his way up to the gorilla. The rope grew taut and as he tried to reach around the gorilla without touching it. Someone—presumably the two chimps—started pulling him up. He scraped against the concrete and swore.