Frame would like to do so very much, but as she stands at the base of the rubble, she fears what might happen if she climbs up. Her weight could dislodge a rock, and encourage the pile to topple towards her. And then where would she be?
Dead, probably.
There isn’t even a guarantee that she’ll find anything on the other side of the debris, except maybe for more debris. Wreckage could be filling the tunnel all the way to the exit. Even the highway could be gone, taken from the side of the mountain by the force of the earthquake and tossed down into the rifts.
Maybe Frame will never find a way out.
<Stop worrying! And also, caw!>
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