She can feel herself lying on the ground. There are rocks in this unfinished cellar, and they press uncomfortably into her shoulder and hip as clings to her pack like it's the only thing between her and a swift death. As her consciousness swims in and out, there's a persistent beeping - the beacon at work, no doubt.

She can feel herself lying on the ground. There are rocks in this unfinished cellar, and they press uncomfortably into her shoulder and hip as she clings to her pack like it's the only thing between her and a swift death. As her consciousness swims in and out, there's a persistent beeping - the beacon at work, no doubt.