Her radio was broken, she could tell that just by the way she'd landed. There was no way she'd even be able to get out of the mess that was her tangled parachute, let alone climb further up the cliff to grab the remains of her bag and the spare radio she'd packed inside it.
Below her, barely visible through the smothering fog, was a veritable ocean of a forest that stretched out to the horizon. If she weren't trapped halfway up a cliff with her parachute wedged precariously between overhanging craggy rocks, it might even have been beautiful.
As it presently stood, the sun was setting and she was quickly running out of options that didn't involve risking a long fall, climbing in the dark or waiting for the tattered and tangled fabric to finally tear and let her drop to a doubtlessly messy conclusion.
With mixed degrees of finality, trepidation and a little bit of desperation, she managed to haul herself up to the small overhang where the bulk of her parachute was caught. It would be enough to sit on for the night and likely hold until morning when she could better assess her situation and attempt a proper escape to safety, or at least relative safety.
At some point during the night she had dozed off, waking sharply with the sun barely peering above the trees and the feeling that she was being watched. The fog below her still obscured the details of the forest but it had lessened somewhat, allowing her to faintly make out a shape that was most certainly not a tree.
It looked almost like somebody had taken a human head, increased the size a dozen or so times and then stuck it on the end of a stick to admire it. As her eyes continued to adjust to the dim light she began to make out more details of the odd shape, mainly noting that it was moving closer towards her.
Below her, barely visible through the smothering fog, was a veritable ocean of a forest that stretched out to the horizon. If she weren't trapped halfway up a cliff with her parachute wedged precariously between overhanging craggy rocks, it might even have been beautiful.
As it presently stood, the sun was setting and she was quickly running out of options that didn't involve risking a long fall, climbing in the dark or waiting for the tattered and tangled fabric to finally tear and let her drop to a doubtlessly messy conclusion.
With mixed degrees of finality, trepidation and a little bit of desperation, she managed to haul herself up to the small overhang where the bulk of her parachute was caught. It would be enough to sit on for the night and likely hold until morning when she could better assess her situation and attempt a proper escape to safety, or at least relative safety.
At some point during the night she had dozed off, waking sharply with the sun barely peering above the trees and the feeling that she was being watched. The fog below her still obscured the details of the forest but it had lessened somewhat, allowing her to faintly make out a shape that was most certainly not a tree.
It looked almost like somebody had taken a human head, increased the size a dozen or so times and then stuck it on the end of a stick to admire it. As her eyes continued to adjust to the dim light she began to make out more details of the odd shape, mainly noting that it was moving closer towards her.
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