I don't think too hard about thread titles tbh

Damira caught on quick. She back peddled a few steps, inching closer to the edge as she tossed a glance over her shoulder, counting each footfall in her head, estimating the distance left. And the infected mindlessly followed, still snapping and leaking as it leaned its weight against the bamboo shaft. It was certainly made of sturdy wood, stronger than Damira expected, it didn't even splinter or groan beneath the pressure; simply held steady and firm. Slowly but surely they guided the stranger back, just a couple of steps left, and she hastily ducked out of the way, scrambling from the cliff edge and well out of the infected's way.

Far below at the base of the cliffs, the waves crashed against the rocks. If by some miracle it survived the drop, it would drown soon enough.