So dark it was, no light entered to bring hope except the light they had themselves. Sleep was short whilst two watched and the others slept. Then they walk on for a few more hours before they rest again.
They guessed it was morning though they lost any sense of time or day, it helped to call it something. Their mobiles all now had died and all that was left them was a few torches, some lighters and a box of matches. The air generally cool and damp froze their bones from the inside but now suddenly a new chill could be felt. It caused a shiver through the whole group quite literally.
And so it was this breeze, this wind blowing against them as they walked. Never changing or relenting. Is this what hope feels like?
is this what is meant to draw them all forwards and to a new part of this adventure, a new pathway, maybe this time warm and full of light and maybe this was going into the morning.