Climbing Trail

The Andes tragedy Part 15

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We were on the tail of the plane for a few days, waiting for Roberto and Roy to fiddle with the radio. In the end, the radio was completely useless. I reminded Roberto, it's time to climb west. He nodded weakly.

While preparing to return to Fairchild, we saw Roy slamming and stomping on the plane radio furiously.

"He should save energy. The trip to Fairchild's terrain is quite difficult." I said to Tintin.

We started walking during the day. When leaving, the clouds look cloudy and the sky looks lower, but the air is cool and the weather is calmer. Roberto and Tintin walk in front, Roy walks behind me.

As before, walking up the mountain slope through knee-deep snow was exhausting. Roy suffered a lot during the trip, so I watched him so he wouldn't be left too far behind. After an hour of walking and then taking a break, I was surprised to see the color of the clouds turned dark, very dark.

The clouds looked very low, as if we could reach them. Then as I watched it, the cloud seemed to be chasing us, like a killer hunting its prey. Before we could react, the cloud fell on us and we were quickly swept away by a blizzard. This is the storm of the Andes mountains known as the "White Wind".

In an instant things became chaotic. The air temperature dropped immediately, the wind blew strong. The snow whirled like a whirlpool, stinging my skin and whirling my guts. I couldn't see anything else around me, this storm was messing with my eyes. I'm panicking. Where's the climbing route? Where am I supposed to go?

Then I heard Roberto's scream, heard far away in the storm.

"Nando! Did you hear me?"

"Roberto, I'm here!"

I looked back. Roy has disappeared.

"Roy, where are you?"

There's no reply. About ten meters back, I saw something in the snow. I approached him, then realized it was Roy who had fallen into the snow.

"Roy! Wake up!"

He's not moving. His body curled up, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms covered the body.

"Get your body Roy! If we don't move, we could die!

"I can't move. I can't walk." Roy whining.

Roy looked at me, his face terrified. "No, I don't want to. Leave me alone."

At that moment, the storm blew a second time fiercely, the wind was blowing ferociously until I thought this storm could blow me away for a long time. We're stuck, everything looks white. Now I'm right I can't see anything. My hope of following Roberto's trail in the snow is gone. The trail was covered in snow. I knew they wouldn't wait for us and every second with Roy here brought me closer to disaster.

I looked at Roy. His body shivered as he cried. Half of his body was covered in snow.

I have to leave it or I'm going to die here. Can I do it? Can I leave him here to die?

Without a second thought I turned around and left, then climbed up the slope. While walking staggered against the wind, I imagined Roy lying in the snow. I thought he was watching me walk away and disappear with the storm. It might be the last thing he saw. I cursed myself who became sentimental when life died like this.

Then without my heart, I turned around and swore like a madman, "Mierda! The carajo! La reputa madre que lo recontra mil y una pario!!"

When I saw him, with all my might I kicked his body. I fell down, my knee landed next to his body. I hit and punched him hard in the face. He screamed in pain, but I still beat him.

"********! *******! Move your feet! Basic pathetic! Stand up or I'll kill you! ********!!"

Roy cried and shouted. But eventually he forced his body to move. I pushed him violently, forcing him to keep going.

We were fighting in the middle of a snowstorm. As a result of our fight, Roy was badly injured and my strength ran out. The storm that was blowing so hard scared me. As I tried to catch my breath in the thin air, the wind quickly caught the breath I was breathing, then down into my throat, then I choked and stuttered like I was drowning in water. The cold pierced me, the cold snow pushed me to the limit of my fatigue. With my muscles rapidly weakening, each step required an enormous amount of determination. I kept Roy in front of me,

I forced Roy harshly. I helped her by lifting her body. Dragging the clothes she was wearing, I could feel how thin and weak she was, then my heart softened.

"Think of your mother, Roy," I said to her, with a mouth that was close to her ear so that she could hear me in the midst of the thunderstorm.

"If you want to meet him again, you have to fight first."

His jaw had loosened and his eyes were hanging. He was on the verge of death, but he was still trying to nod his head, he would still be alive.

We climbed together and Roy leaned against my body.he climbed with all the rest of his strength, but then we came to a steep slope. With resignation Roy looked at me, knowing he could no longer climb the slopes of this mountain.

I stared at the snow on the mountain slope, trying to measure the height of the slope with my steps, then with the little strength I had, I tightened my grip on Roy's waist, then lifted him up and put his body on my shoulder. We walked slowly. The light had dimmed, the road began to look faint.I climbed relying only on intuition, and as long as I walked towards the plane, my brain was constantly disturbed by the thought that we were lost. But finally, as dusk fell, I saw the shadow of Fairchild faintly appearing amidst the torrent of snowfall. Roy was no longer carrying, but I dragged him with all my might.

When I came in, the other guys helped me and Roy. I saw Roberto and Tintin lying on the floor. I'm collapsing right away. I can't stop shivering, my muscles are burning.

"I'm broken" I thought.

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