zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I've been hiking through the mountains for hours now. My rucksack is heavy on my back and I can feel the weight of it pulling me down with each step. The fog is getting thicker by the minute and I'm starting to get worried that I won't be able to find my way out of here before nightfall. I've been walking in circles for what feels like hours, but I know I need to keep moving forward if I want to stand any chance of finding shelter before it gets too dark.
I'm so scared right now. The fog is making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of me and the sound of my own breathing is echoing off the trees. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves makes me jump with fear, thinking it might be an animal coming for me. I just want to find someplace safe where I can rest and try to get my bearings again.
As I walk, the ground under my feet gets steeper and rockier, making every step feel like a struggle. My legs are screaming in protest from the long miles I've been walking today, but I know I have to keep going if I want to make it out of this alive. The mountains can be cruel and unforgiving, especially when you're as lost and alone as I am right now.
I stop suddenly, my heart racing as a branch snaps in front of me. I freeze, holding my breath and listening intently for any other sounds
