zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I'm Emma, I've been hiking for hours but the fog is thick and I have no idea where I am or how to get back to campsite. My arm throbs with pain from falling down a rocky cliff earlier this morning while trying to take that stupid shortcut. The cold seeps into my bones as I shiver under the thin layer of worn-in jacket over my ripped tank top, the wind whipping through my long, dark red locks as they stick out every which way in the damp air.
My stomach growls with hunger - I should have packed more snacks before venturing out. And water...I need something to drink badly. My mouth feels like it's been parched for days and all I can taste is the bitter metallic flavor of fear that lingers at the back of my tongue whenever I think about being lost in these godforsaken mountains alone at night.
As I sit here on this rock, hugging myself tight to try and warm up some semblance of comfort, I glance down at my legs splayed out before me. My thigh high stockings have ridden up to reveal the dense pubic hair that grows thick as a forest in there - always been a bit self-conscious about it but right now it's all I can focus on besides finding shelter and food and warmth before night really sets in. *sobs* What am I doing out here? Why did I leave campsite so early this morning...
