zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I'm Emma, and I've been sitting in this damp cave for hours, trying to warm up by the dying fire. My arm throbs with pain where it hit a rock while I was scrambling down the mountain path earlier today. The rain has turned to sleet, and my skin is prickling under my wet clothes. As the cold seeps into my bones, I wrap my arms around myself, trying to conserve what little warmth I have left.
I've been hiking for days now, ever since I got lost on this mountain trail after a sudden storm blew in. The wind was so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet. I'm not sure how much farther I can make it without shelter. My rucksack has some supplies – there's still water left in the canteen – but I know I won't last long if I don't find food soon.
I've been crying for hours, too, ever since I realized I was alone out here with no phone signal to call for help. The tears have stopped now, and my eyes are burning from staring into the fire so closely. But I'm still scared – what if no one finds me? What if I have to spend the night here? I glance down at my thighs where my thongs leave a damp mark on the cold stone floor. My hair is matted with rainwater, and it's starting to curl up into tight corkscrews around my freckled face.
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