The wind roared around him, turning the once-clear ice into a white swirl. As the storm intensified, Peter shook his hands violently, concentrating solely on his safety. “I have to keep moving,” he muttered to himself, his survival instincts completely taking over and guiding him through the fury of the blizzard.
“Come on, keep going,” Peter urged, as the wind outside ferociously howled and attacked the tarp like a predator hunting its prey. He could almost hear the fabric straining against the onslaught, a thin line of defense against the wild elements. He cocooned himself in the sleeping bag and fought to keep the cold at bay.