Damn it. Bea doesn’t stomp, though for a split second that’s all she wants to do. If they still had damn cell phones they could have called someone to come get them out, and the one thing she thought to try won’t even work because someone welded the damn doorknob on. Hissy fits were for kids and divas though, and she was neither, so she just ‘hmmphed’ and let her eyes roam until she found the crowbar that Lucas suggested. It was a couple steps to her left, easy enough to reach if she leaned a little.
“You have an axe in here?” she asked as she handed him the crowbar. “If that doesn’t work I’ll fucking Shining that door.” It was wood, other than the welded parts, she was pretty sure it wouldn’t take a whole hell of a lot to get through. wouldn’t be easy to replace though.
As Lucas got to work, Bea tried not to hover. Even if he did do what he said he could it wasn’t going to be a large opening. He’d probably expect her to do the work and squishing her hand and arm through, since there was no way his was going to go without a hell of a lot of injury. Last thing either one of them needed was him bleeding all over the shed while they were still trapped inside of it.