Angel Ridge Part 3

14/31 of March challenge

July 3^rd 2014, 10:30pm

Asthma attacks. People unable to breathe, gasping, gasping for air, but they have no choice but to carry on, for at the top were the busses, the warm busses. That would take them back to camp, back to their beds, back to the warmth.  Back to some sort of safety.

July 3^rd 2014, 10:45pm  

Halfway there. Now it was colder. It wasn’t snowing cold. It was the icy cold, the cold that chills you all the way to the bone. The cold you feel when you’re upset. The cold so cold, the only way to get warm was to imagine you were. The cold so cold that no amount of layers could warm you up. The cold so cold they could hardly move, and could hardly breathe. The cold of fear.  The fear of looking in any direction and only seeing darkness. The moon wasn’t out, the rain, snow, and hail clouds covered the stars. There was nothing except cold darkness. Darkness and cold.

July 3^rd 2014, 11:15pm

Almost there. Almost to the buses that would take them back to camp. They could see them. They could see the counsellors who had already made it to the top waving their flashlights. The campers began to run. Running. Freezing. Excited. Blood rushing hearts pumping. Hope regained. Spirts higher than they had been in hours.