The cabin was less than a day’s walk away, if only we could figure out what direction to go. We had food and sooner or later we’d find water. Aside from my cheekbone, which was luckily only lightly bruised, and my abs which burned from where Mitch’s foot was, we were in good shape. Landmarks were drawn, directions were given, but none of them made any sense to someone who didn’t know the area. I took the map out of his jacket pocket and peered at it. “How do you think we’ll get out of this one?” The sun never came out from behind the clouds but I could tell by the weak light that it was around noon. We were sitting on a boulder near where a patch of trees flanked the rocky slope. “So what do you think, kiddo?” he asked as he passed me a packet of trail mix. Plus, as I told Dex, it wouldn’t hurt to have footage of the places we had been, in case we did a complete circle by accident. It might have been fatalistic on my part, but in case something ever did happen to us, I wanted people to know what happened and where it happened. Even though Dex told me to forget about the show, every time we had a break, I took out the camera and filmed our surroundings.
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