Over the Mountain

Entry #1
It's been a day since we began the climb into the mountains. It's been cold, deadly cold; I only wish to smell the sea and feel the warm sun shine on my face.

The snow has been building constantly and our water has frozen in the jugs now being undrinkable until we start a fire.

At least no one can follow us through such parlous conditions.

Entry #2
I haven't slept for days.

The wind almost sounds like a voice, whispering to me. Warning me.

I sometimes think I see things in the night. Wild beasts, waiting for someone to fall behind.

I wish I was home.

Entry #3
It's over, we have made it.

But not without a terrible price.

Squid and Smith fell off the mountain in the middle of the night.

I don't know how, I was only told later as I was asleep.

I can tell the others don't want to talk about it.