Despite the fear gnawing at him, Peter’s curiosity proved stronger, urging him to bend down and peek inside the dimly lit interior. As his eyes adjusted to the shadows, they stumbled upon a sleeping bag nestled among some personal belongings. He stared at it, his breath caught in his throat. Did this mean someone really had been lying here? It was almost too unbelievable to comprehend.
Cautiously he took another step inside, his eyes scanning the interior of the shelter. The personal belongings and supplies told the story of someone who had managed to survive here on their own. A worn journal, full of handwritten notes and sketches, caught his eye next to a wind-up flashlight and a knife. Then a photograph caught his eye. Slowly he walked over to it and picked it up.