“Come on, George,” he muttered to himself, gritting his teeth against the pain. “You’ve been through worse.” But even as he said the words, doubt crept in. He had never been this lost before, never felt so completely isolated from everything familiar.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, then wiped his hands on his pants. The cold dampness of the earth clung to him, seeping into his bones. He tried to get his bearings again, but everything was still disorienting, each shadow blending into the next.