Tiny daggers of icy rain pelted my exposed skin. I ran blindly. I was lost, alone, faced with the very real possibility that I could die. Lifting my numb hands, I sluiced water from my face, struggling to focus as I squinted through the rain into the blackness before me. Lightning illuminated the sky and I saw it.
A depression in the rock.
Hope flared within me as I charged forward, my boots slapping against the sand. My only thought was shelter. I reached the depression and ducked inside as another jagged fork lit the world, rapidly followed by the deafening boom of thunder.
My relief of finding the shelter was quickly washed away by shock as I looked upon my surroundings. What I thought was a small depression in the rock was, in fact, a cave with curved walls worn smooth by wind, wate
