Rather-ing some form of civilization, regardless of how limited, to the dankness of the caves you start the long scramble and climb up the face of the sandy cliff. Almost straight away you start to regret it, with blood caked on the back of your head and a cut on your leg you find it difficult not to mention that your beginning to find yourself light headed. But you continue to struggle upwards making slow progress. Almost halfway up the winds come in, and you half turn to see the storm is right on top of you. Scrambling as fast as you can you race upwards not wanting to be caught out on this cliff when the storm hits.
However you’re too slow and the rain starts to inhibit your progress, wet hands slip on wet rocks and sections of loose sand just fall away altogether without warning. Before long you have to stop and press yourself against the prevailing winds. Your horrified about being here as the winds tear around you, sand is whipped up into your face and you start to wish that you hadn’t come up here. Then you hear a noise which deafens you and a light so bright you can’t see it’s color, lightning has struck the cliff face and you hear the rocks around you falling down the cliff mingled with the ringing in your ears. A weight lands on your head you loose your balance and all goes black. |