Alick explained, "It's quite a distance away, and we'll have to walk."

“Please, hurry. Lead the way," urged Camila.

The distance didn't matter. She needed to confirm if it was Isaac as soon as possible!

Guided by the Dumpson police, they traversed the mountainous terrain without a path.

Camila failed to notice the large stone beneath her feet and slipped, spraining her ankle.

She winced in pain.

“What happened?" inquired Forrest, who followed behind her.

Camila shook her head.

She couldn't afford to slow down.

“I'm alright."

Though truthfully, her ankle tingled.

Perhaps it was a sprain.

It was getting dark.

They relied on lighting to illuminate their path.

Walking became arduous, and soon they spotted the wreckage of the plane.

Camila made an effort to avert her gaze from the wreckage to maintain her composure.

Nightfall brought with it a sense of quietness and chill.

Despite the cold, everyone was perspiring after walking for so long.

“Here we are."

Alick announced, pointing towards the light ahead.