John thought about what Cam had said. Had he been running? He didn’t think so. He loved what he did, loved the mountains, the thrill of pitting himself against the snow and ice and the rewards of standing on top of the world. At least that’s how he’d felt until now. But if he was honest with himself, he had to admit he’d just followed one thing that led to another, avoiding getting close to anyone until slowly it became a way of life and he’d ended up here, believing this was what he wanted.
He stared down at Michelle’s pale, drawn face. She’d stirred a little while ago, moaning and muttering under her breath. She was running a fever and her body shivered. He watched Cam check the incision as Scott and the others looked on from their cots. When she covered it back up, she sat back on her
