Quickly, Arthur realized that he had left the light of the snowmobile on, and the battery had died during the last few hours. Frustrated, he wondered how he would make it back to the base camp now.
Desperation
Arthur tried with all his might to restart the snowmobile, but his attempts were in vain. He tried again and again, but each attempt failed. Walking back was his only option. Arthur didn’t know if he could make it.
Arthur had no other choice. Waiting for help here made no sense; he would try to make it on foot. If he was lucky, someone would come across his path, but the odds were slim. Walking was his only hope.
A Strange Rock
Arthur trudged through the eternal ice, hoping that someone might find him. In the distance, he spotted a rock formation. He headed towards it, thinking that perhaps the peculiar creature had hidden there.