Cut It! (End)

Tex started to crane her neck a bit. No way could she pull a pocketknife like this. But maybe… just maybe… She swung her body a bit, getting that fuse to bounce and undulate. It did little to extinguish the flame, but it did what it was supposed to: bounce it up to her face.

Craning her neck, she caught the fuse in her mouth. She was overjoyed, but she didn’t have time to celebrate. Quickly, she gnashed her teeth on the cord, making quick work of it, as the burning half fell away harmlessly to the floor. Tex let out a sigh of relief.

But once the fuse burned through some dry straw, it started to burn. And the bone dry wood of the old latrine took little to take to the flame. Tex gasped, and tried to stomp it out, which only **** the burning grass under the planks, and set more grass and discarded trash alight. She barely had time to curse, before foul smoke started rising up, **** her. Somehow, her situation had gotten even worse.

She squirmed against her bindings, unsure of how much time, if any, she bought herself, as smoke clouded her vision. She managed to loosen them, before she pulled free. That bandit was good at explosives, but her knots were shameful! Hacking and coughing, she slammed on the door, trying desperately to unjam it. The heat was rising enough to melt her boots, and there was still a bomb in there, close to roaring flames. The metal pipes and tank were starting to creak, as their temperature soared.

With a final charge, she knocked the door clean off its hinges. She immediately stumbled across it, fumbling over the planks barricading her in, and landing right on her head. She rolled on the ground, dazed and coughing, as smoke billowed out behind her. She was seeing spots, but knew she had to get away, and fast. She tried to get to her feet, before hacking up a lung and falling down. She was alive, but she sure felt like ****.

A horrible metal creak sounded from behind her. She turned back, to see the outhouse engulfed in flames. The fume pipe was red hot, and groaning ominously. With a few snaps of timbers, it gave a final groan, before falling right towards her. Holding her chest, Tex closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.

CRASH!

...Tex opened one eye. The pipe had crashed down, a few feet from her face. She could feel the heat coming off of the hot metal, but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle. She attempted to squirm away. But then, something awful happened.

BOOOOOOOM!!!

The innocuous pipe inexplicably became a mortar, and Tex was blasted by boiling hot sewage. She barely even had time to register it, before she was obliterated by high pressure filth.

It turned out the flames had heated the tank below, bringing it to a roaring boil. And once the roof collapsed, the beams clogged the toilet, and rained hot embers inside. With the pressure building, and the dynamite stowed inside smoldering in the heat, when they finally blew, there was only one place for all that pressure to go.

And an unfortunate sheriff had to bear the brunt of it.