112. Camouflaged

Asher's eyes were teary from the wind but he was still able to make out a padded white platform ahead. The zip line would take him to a perfect position to land on it. However, he could also see that the entire platform was surrounded by a massive mud pit. If he was not exact in his release he would either roll off in to the mud or he would let go and fall straight in to it.

Asher had no time to think since the speed had not let up. He made the split second decision to release his grip at a smaller tree right before the platform. 'Let's hope that this works.' With his jaw clenched and his eyes tightly shit Asher let go of the handles.

The sudden drop made his stomach do a flip. He slightly bent his knees and waited for the feeling of soft padding or cold mud to envelop him. This fall felt like an eternity with the amount of adrenalin pulsing through his body.