Desolation Boulevard

12: The Final

I start hiking toward the base camp, again. I had so many setbacks along the way here. The landslide, the wolves, the boulder. Well, the boulder did drive me forward, so it is not much of a setback, so... Anyway, I carry on and I have a mile left of distance. Just then, I'm tired. Then, I feel a breeze a lot cooler than the others. I look behind me and see dark cumulus clouds off in the distance. I then realize about the blizzard they were talking about on radio. "Convenience", I say. I start running, but they a hole, conveniently
placed on my path, catches my foot and injures it. Unfortunately, I can't walk with an injured foot. I look around for anything to help but,the landscape is desolate. "Even more convenient", I mutter to myself. "Desolation Boulevard." " The one chance I had, then it is in ruins." I try to drag myself forward but, I have low energy. I let out a very loud yelp for help that took all my remaining energy with it. "So close, yet so far," I say. I look at the sky. Then, a voice says,"Help will come. Just trust me. I will bring it to you." "Ok, who said that", I say in a raspy and horse voice. I turn my head and see no one. " Just trust me...", then the voice fades away. I look at the sky again and black out. When I wake up, I find myself in a cozy hut on a table. I find a man in the hut that notices I am awake and yells out something that I can not understand. Another man comes in to the hut and replies in a language I still can't understand. Then he says,"Yup, he is awake." Then I say curiously, "What about me being awake?" "So you been eavesdropping?", he shoots back. "Only your part. He is talking gibberish." "It is called Nepali. Also, we found you in the snow after having a feeling that we should search." After that, I though of the voice I heard earlier. "Help will come. Just trust me. I will bring it to you." Then I spit out," I am the pilot Jeff Hardy. I crashed in the Himalayas after having not been warned about an incoming blizzard and engine trouble. Can you send me back to America?" Then I get up and fall. "How about that foot?", the man asks. I look down and see my bandaged foot. "Oh, yeah. Anyway, will you help me?" "Sure", he shoots back. "Let me just radio in." "Thanks," I say, knowing I am going home.