Flash Fiction Friday: Winner of Today's Darwin Award

Here's the prompt that inspired today's story.

​The accident wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault really. They weren’t trained for this kind of work. These things were bound to happen. It was just her bad luck it was her suit that ripped.
 
She knew she was doomed the moment she fell. She’d caught a glimpse of the rebar and rubble on the way down, and she couldn’t avoid it.
 
Waking up at all was a surprise. When she tripped over mis-sized boots, she expected the rebar to run her through or to crack her skull open on the rubble. Instead the oversized shield of her too big hazmat suit and the metal ribbing of her back brace saved her.
 
She’d still hit her head hard enough to lose consciousness, and her side looked like she’d been walloped with a baseball bat. But she was alive.
 
The unfortunate thing was the huge tear in the side of her suit and the cracks in her face shield. According to the people who helped her now, her team had seen the damage and left her to her fate. She scoffed at the memory. Darwin’s theory at its brutal finest, indeed.

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