AXEL
Its hours before we make it to the meeting spot – stumbling into the dome like thicket, the vegetation providing perfect evergreen coverage. It’s taken us a lot longer than it should have, with my leg growing weaker with each passing minute and Ragnar’s exhaustion from having to practically carry me. No one is still waiting when we arrive but there are signs that there had been people resting here. At least some of them made it, I think as Ragnar lowers me onto the forest floor. Some time ago, the first effects of blood loss had started to take effect. As we neared the meeting spot, my breathing had become more laboured and my steps heavier. Ragnar curses, resting his hands on his knees as he looks around. The day had warmed only slightly, providing the ground with only the bare mini
