It was morning. The snow had stopped falling. The igloo didn't really help, but it kind of kept them warm.
They had to get moving. They had to be no more than 150 miles away or so from there. And it hadn't gotten any warmer, and they weren't going to be picking up any sort of speed any time soon either. And it really didn't help that Sam had gotten an infection in his broken leg. They thought that all hope was lost.
They were closer than they thought. They looked above the large hill of snow, and what did they see? They saw the sign for the US Embassy facing right at them. But was it really true? They weren't sure until they ran up to it.
It wasn't. I was a mirage. They were no closer than they thought they were when this day began. On this day alone, they had travel 30 miles, and they weren't nearly done.
They soon came up to something familiar to them. Not knowing which way they were going, they had unintentionally gone south instead of north. It was the igloo that they had left not more than three hours ago. They were doing what they had done in the beginning, gotten themselves lost, heading in the wrong direction. Now they had to follow the footsteps that they had made, in order to get back to that mound that they thought was in front of the Embassy.
The snow here was deep, deep enough to swallow an elephant. That is, if there were any in Central America. They couldn't walk around the mound, it was too long. They would have to climb over it, and hope that it was solid enough not to swallow them, like the elephants.
As soon as Jack put one foot into the bank, it was like a vacuum was placed under the surface, waiting for its next victim. They couldn't climb over it, and they couldn't go around it, with out wasting valuable daylight. And now it sweeps over them all that they may never get out of this alive.
"At least we can make one heck of an igloo with all a this snow!" Sam said trying to lighten the mood.
It worked for a second, and then they all went back to feeling hopeless. Laura seemed to feel that since the one with the infection and broken leg could crack a joke to make them smile, she decided to do what he joked about. She convinced Brian to help her grab snow from the mound to create another igloo. They realized that if they take all of the snow from only one spot in the mound, they would eventually create a path that they could just walk through. But they didn't know what was on the other side of the hill.
On the other side the found out, was a plateau, a drop off. Once again, they really were trapped. They had to wait and hope to see if a plane would come and spot them close to the edge, and come to get them. But not too close or it would itself crash and cause more deaths than ever needed.
"Hey look over there!" Brian yelled.
It looked like a plane, but after the "Embassy" incident, they couldn't be too sure of it. But it truly was a plane, and it looked like it was going to land close to them to get them. They hoped it was doing that, but it started to turn and head straight for the group of them.
But it wasn't coming to get them; it was coming to stop them.