The terrible shaking stopped as suddenly as it had started. The darkness was all around, broken only by weak rays of light seeping through the cracks in the casing. The broken rib gave off a sharp pain with every breath. Communication - zero. The radio was silent, like a stone block. You were alone, in the very heart of some godforsaken forest.

You spent the first two days looking for at least some food and water. The forest turned out to be rich in berries, but not all of them were edible. Water... we found a stream, dirty and muddy, but there was no choice. The nights were a nightmare. The cold penetrated to the bones, and the sounds of the night forest - rustling, creaking - caused panic horror.

You had already stopped fighting panic, just walked wherever your eyes looked, hoping for a miracle. Exhausted, you stumbled and fell on the soft moss. Muffled but distinct voices. You raised your head with difficulty and saw them. People in camouflage were making their way through the trees. A familiar face slowly leaned over you "...Thank God, they finally found him!"