It barreled forward, scattering crates and knocking over a supply tent as it charged. One man tripped and fell trying to get out of the way, yelling something Caleb couldn’t hear over the noise. Amid the chaos, Caleb spotted a radio on the table—its signal light blinking faintly.
He grabbed it and ran. Snow kicked up behind his boots as he sprinted behind a large drift just outside the camp. His chest heaved as he dropped to his knees and fumbled with the dial, clearing the static.