After spending one night shivering in the darkness and the cold, it's hard to stay quiet. It may be summer, but this has been a cool week, and in the woods at night in this deep ravine, lying on the hard ground, you're freezing.
When the sun comes up, you focus on your goal: stay quiet. Stay safe. You have no idea whether he's still here. He could be lurking, waiting for you to make a sound.
Your leg is killing you. The calf is swollen and sore to the touch, and there's a deep ache in every part of your body that seems to emanate from the broken leg but is probably due in part to your long night on the unforgiving ground.
You might have a fever. You haven't eaten since...you can't remember. Was it yesterday? Yesterday morning, yeah. A granola bar was all you had...a granola bar and that stupid cup of coffee, which had seemed so important at the time.
How long can you do this, waiting for help to come?
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You need help, and you can't expect someone to find you if you don't make a sound. You decide to call out. [[Go to Chapter 70.]]
Someone will find you. You know it...Someone will find you, if you pray hard enough. [[Go to Chapter 80.]]
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