Separated
Hearing nothing but the cry of the night.
Waking alone. No familiar sounds. Darkness surrounded him.
Radio gone. Pack gone.
Called their names… nothing responded but the cry of the night.
An alien landscape illuminated by moons glowed eerily far below. No way down.
The trapped wind shrilled between cleavages in cave walls, burst forth from behind, chilling him.
He hugged himself for warmth, rubbing his arms.
No explanation of how he got here. That wasn’t important. He needed to find his team.
They may be out there alone… like him.
Listening to nothing but the cry of the night.
The End
