I can't rest yet. I must push on, as far as my body will take me. Stride by stride, ragged breath by ragged breath, I work my way upwards.
As exhaustion sets in, each step becomes less precise. More desperate.
I don't see where I'm going, except for up.
I steady myself on an outcropping of rock.
ARGH! My ankle!
The outcropping was loose, and the rock gave way. I've twisted my ankle!
Time: 22nd of March 1791, 20:00
Inventory: Pocket watch, telescope, compass, notebook, graphite, ruler, tool knife, rope, firesteel, flintlock (no ammunition), rations for 3 days
Status: Sprained ankle, starving
Inventory: Pocket watch, telescope, compass, notebook, graphite, ruler, tool knife, rope, firesteel, flintlock (no ammunition), rations for 3 days
Status: Sprained ankle, starving
▸ Continue up the mountain
▸ Rest and tend to my ankle