Killercoco
With a low groan the pillars of the feeble hut gave in and Gil folded with the walls and roof his eyes wide and nose pressed against a piece of plasterboard.
“Boy!” he whispered. A tiny cloud of dust sucked within his cheeks made him cough. He held his breath struggling to tame a spasm of wind from trying to escape his lung. He could not hear the young gamer, but somewhere beyond where the section of wall and roof had collapsed Gil could hear the tinny music of whatever it was he had been playing on the little portable system.
Rolling his tongue around in his mouth, Gil wrinkled his nose at the film of earthy filth that came away. He squirmed and hissing curses under his breath with the realization that his leg was trapped.