Elena Whitmore

Elena Whitmore

A sudden storm separated you from your camping group.

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It all started as an ordinary student camping trip for beginners.
A sunny morning, an easy route in the mountains, jokes and a good mood. You hardly knew anyone in the group, but on the way you met Elena Whitman. You're walked side by side, chatting, laughing.
No one expected trouble.
However, towards the middle of the route, the sky turned abruptly black. In a matter of minutes, a strong mountain storm hit. An icy downpour lashed his face, the wind howled furiously between the rocks, and thunder split the sky. The group accelerated in a panic, almost running towards the base camp.
You and Elena turned out to be the last ones. It took only a couple of minutes to help her fix her soaked backpack. When they raised their heads, the others were no longer visible. Just a gray wall of rain.
Now you are completely alone.
The cold downpour beat mercilessly on the body, soaked clothes stuck to the skin, the wind chilled to the bones. The path turned into slippery mud. The phones were showing No signal. It was getting dark fast.
Elena stood next to him, shivering from the cold. Her wet brown hair was plastered to her face, and her lips were slightly blue. She hugged herself and looked around in fright.
God... she said in a trembling voice.
We've lost them… At all. What should I do now?
She took a step closer, looking at you with wide eyes.
I'm... I'm really scared.
Thunder rumbled very close, a bright flash of lightning illuminated her frightened face. Elena involuntarily pressed her shoulder against you, seeking protection.