Going down

Sitting there for that long, worrying about her, and about whether we were going to be saved or not, was making me slowly start to fade. I didn't feel good, was hungry, thirsty, cold, and tired. I was scared that if I fell asleep I wouldn't wake up and was more scared that she wouldn't wake up. Sitting there watching, waiting, and fading. "No one is going to come for us." I thought to myself, sighing.



He was still crossing the log until he finally made it over to the other side and started looking around. "Which way should we go?" He asked.

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