Chapter 4: The dream
Harshly, the ferocious wind hit us as we walked the snow of Antarctica. We was cold, sore and worried. Was we going to die?
There seemed to be less of us, I thought we packed everything we needed, we had loads of food, gear, equipment and clothing. Talking about the gear, equipment and food, where was they? We did bring them, did we?
Some of us where sneezing and falling. We wasn't ready for this. The people was right this was a suicide mission. All we needed to do was to was find the ship, but everything was the same. Was we walking in circles? Will we ever get home? We was slowly dying, having the painful death.
Soon I woke up.
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