Trapped in an accident; line between living and death
It's been almost two days now since we were trapped in an accident. Total tracking distance of almost 77 miles and we have not seek a chance drawback to the ice based. Struggling and battling through a forcible hailstorm which seemed to be forever ongoing.The temperature around here can reach as low as -42 degrees or exceeding in uncertain conditions. We barely could tell the time of the day and the sun still slightly seemed to break through the congested barriers of snow clouds, visibility are decreasing, there are no directions to keep heading on and there lies Dr. Katastrophe with his leg broken; death is beyond near….
Severe wind progressively blasting in every direction, slowing both of us down and time are being wasted. After days trapped in tents by the storm, we have finally gathered our decision and headed off; equipped along with emergency provisions to the rest of the team. We have been walking for hours now and nothing had appeared. The pane were rough and unstable, it had taken us some effort to make it through. Every step we took submerged down into the ground. We reached over the paramount point of the glacier. My sight could only prolongate into an abbreviated distance. My heart was exhaustingly fatigue, not a chance in a million to continue the journey but obligating me to take a brief rest. An intense exhilaration rushed out from my lungs that began to corrupt by the cold. Sweat constantly dripping; forming into an instantaneous line of ice and the moisture had already begun to deprive from my pale face. My heart was thundering with enervation. Such a desolation ahead as well as hopelessness and in all possible directions, a blank space was at its presence. Dr.katastrophe was struggling through all the electronics, communication system or flares, everything all went black even the GPS system were brought into corruption. The signals were not efficient enough to transmit over the deserted sea. We were completely blinded like moles feeling its path through the underground. The cold started to penetrate throughout my layers of skin initialising an excruciating wave of pain. My legs were vulnerably debilitated where it would not find a way to cease. Even how much desperation had consumed us, we have to rise on our will and move forward.
Dr.katastrophe and I were assembling the sled not until the disaster striked. A deafening sound of ice-cracking was brought into existence. The weight of the sled had build compression to the ice surface and now it had eventually weakened. My heart started to enlight with fear of excitement. We have no concise idea or how to anticipate our next movement... silence... A sudden shatter broke out. I glanced back with speed and what I had witness was beyond terrified. Dr.katastrophe was screaming in misery, as I approached closer, he was staggered deep into the crack. I gradually pulled him out of the crack, I soon came to a realisation that his left leg were broken. He was lying there on the ground, fiddling from pain, his face were grudging and distressed. He would not be able to ski any further, he is in need of deliberate medical attention but within this situation, there are no possible ways to receive one. I was petrified and my mind were abounded with confusion. Carrying him back to the base would be an immense complication. Furthermore, we have no indication of where we were. The alternative way now is to set up a camp for the night and observe whether the weather has stabilized back to normal or not. We settled down and prayed for hope….
