If there's another landslide, they won't even have a place to take shelter.
"We need to think of a way to get out of here, or we'll die here."
Elly Campbell endured the sharp pain in her arm, glanced at the surrounding environment, and said through gritted teeth.
Ethan White stood beside her, looking around. The mountains, already barren, were made even more desolate by the torrential rain and landslides—devastation as far as the eye could see.
"Unless someone comes in a helicopter to rescue us, it'll be nearly impossible to get out."
Ethan sighed, but his tone wasn't particularly heavy. On the contrary, there was an edge of cheerfulness.
Elly listened to his tone, puzzled, and gave him a sharp look before snapping:
"We're on the brink of death, and you sound like you're happy?"
"Of course. Spending my last moments with you—how could I not be happy?"
