Searching - WIP 1SearchingThe beacon was beating a steady rhythm straight to my heart; feeding me a sense of security I knew wasn't real. But right now, I didn't care. I wanted that feeling, even if it couldn't help me. Not right now anyway. The canopy of trees was getting heavier the further I walked, enveloping me in a wet green that sank down to my bones. The morning was cold and silent, my misty breath my companion. The drop point was ahead somewhere; the PPS was pointing me further into the tree cover. Deeper into the wild.The drum beat from the beacon crashed as I climbed atop an out cropping. The noise was replaced with the tone from my vox. Looking around, I decided the rock I was on would be good enough for the communication signal. I stopped, and looked skyward, wondering for a second what satellite the signal was bouncing off."Dylan-" The rough voice came through my head."What is it Scratch?" I asked back. "I thought we were only keeping the beacon up.""I had to man." Scratch responded,
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