It was only day three and already his body ached in ways he hadn't known possible, the harsh environment and tireless trekking forcing him to endure hardships he would never have conceived of in his 'dream' life, and now this had happened, the rising storm swiftly gaining ground on them, bringing a sharp spike of a fear he was unaccustomed to feeling piercing through his chest. Not even the general fear and panic of those around him could be enough to bring him any sense of comfort right now, not when his own life was so very clearly at risk.

It was tempting to simply drop the pack that he was currently encumbered with, lighten the load and make it all the easier to flee, but providing he survived this he knew he wouldn't last long without the provisions they'd been provided with, and so he maintained his hold on it. He was fast, very fast, something that had saved him from the threat of danger many times in the past, and despite his body's exhaustion he at least knew he could continue to rely on this ability now. Eyes focused on the crevasse in the distance, he began to run.