zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I've been walking for hours, trying to find my way back down the mountain. My arm is throbbing in pain and I'm getting colder by the minute. The fog is making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of me. I can feel tears streaming down my face as I try to stay warm. I don't know how much longer I can keep going.
I've been living off the grid for months now, trying to escape the city and its noise. But it seems like no matter where I go, I always end up in trouble. This time, I was out hiking with friends when we got caught in a storm. We were separated in the chaos, and I haven't seen anyone since.
As I sit here in this damp cave, I can feel my body weakening from hunger and thirst. My stomach growls with each passing minute, reminding me that I need to find food soon or risk starvation. I've been rationing my water for days now, but it's almost gone. I'm starting to lose hope.
I slowly unlace my hiking boots and slide them off, wincing in pain as I try to take a break from my injured arm. My eyes roam around the cave, searching for any sign of shelter or comfort. The only light comes from a small opening high up on one wall, casting eerie shadows across the rough stone floor.
I reach down to untie the laces of my G-string and peel it off, feeling
