Humanities weakness.
You wait for the right moment, scanning for anything that might save you. Just ahead, thick roots from a massive tree dangle over the edge. With the last of your strength, you reach out and seize them, your fingers burning from the cold as you desperately cling on. Your boots dig into the icy rock face, halting your deadly descent just in time.
Dangling over the abyss, you catch your breath—until your rifle slips from your shoulder. You watch helplessly as it tumbles down, disappearing into the void below. “At least I’m not dead… yet,” you mutter under your breath.
Summoning all your strength, you begin pulling yourself up, inch by inch, your frozen fingers trembling against the rough bark. Just as you’re about to hoist yourself over the ledge, a deep, guttural roar pierces the silence. Your blood runs cold.
Above you, the beast looms. Its massive feet crunch against the snow as it stomps toward the ledge, sniffing the air, searching. You press your body against the cliffside, barely daring to breathe. Snow cascades down onto your head as the creature snorts, pacing back and forth. Every second feels like an eternity.
Then, after what seems like forever, the beast finally wanders away, its roars fading into the storm. You’re safe—for now. But as you glance around, reality sets in. You’re stranded on a ledge, trapped in the middle of a relentless blizzard. No food. No water. No way back up.
Days pass. Your strength fades. The cold seeps into your bones. Your once-thick clothing is now soaked and useless against the bitter frost. You stop shivering. That’s when you know it’s over.
The snow falls gently around you as your body succumbs to the cold, your final breath vanishing into the howling wind.
Dangling over the abyss, you catch your breath—until your rifle slips from your shoulder. You watch helplessly as it tumbles down, disappearing into the void below. “At least I’m not dead… yet,” you mutter under your breath.
Summoning all your strength, you begin pulling yourself up, inch by inch, your frozen fingers trembling against the rough bark. Just as you’re about to hoist yourself over the ledge, a deep, guttural roar pierces the silence. Your blood runs cold.
Above you, the beast looms. Its massive feet crunch against the snow as it stomps toward the ledge, sniffing the air, searching. You press your body against the cliffside, barely daring to breathe. Snow cascades down onto your head as the creature snorts, pacing back and forth. Every second feels like an eternity.
Then, after what seems like forever, the beast finally wanders away, its roars fading into the storm. You’re safe—for now. But as you glance around, reality sets in. You’re stranded on a ledge, trapped in the middle of a relentless blizzard. No food. No water. No way back up.
Days pass. Your strength fades. The cold seeps into your bones. Your once-thick clothing is now soaked and useless against the bitter frost. You stop shivering. That’s when you know it’s over.
The snow falls gently around you as your body succumbs to the cold, your final breath vanishing into the howling wind.
