The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 185

Josh's heart sank rapidly. He had never witnessed anything this terrifying in his life.

Squinting through the onslaught, he spotted Professor Harrison crouching next to the adjacent tent, desperately trying to drive a peg into the ice with his axe. The wind had already inflated his down jacket like a balloon. His hood had been ripped back, and his hair whipped wildly in the glow of his headlamp.

"Professor!"

Josh screamed at the top of his lungs, but the wind immediately shredded his words into silence.

Professor Harrison looked up. His mouth moved, but whatever he was yelling was completely lost in the roar of the storm. He pointed frantically at one of the tent's guy lines, then at the ground. Josh immediately understood—he needed help pinning down that side.

He took one step forward—

Snap!

The tent lurched upward as if an invisible giant had kicked it from beneath.

One by one, the anchoring ropes snapped with the sharp twang of breaking guitar strings. The tent somersaulted violently in the wind before tearing away like a severed kite, tumbling off into the pitch-black void.

The meticulously packed supplies—sleeping bags, the medical kit, fuel, and the precious rations they had hauled for dozens of miles and rationed so carefully—were violently ripped from the ground and scattered into the merciless blizzard.

"Our supplies!"

Diego's panicked scream pierced the chaos as he bolted past Josh.

He wasn't running so much as being violently shoved forward by the gale. With his arms wide open like a desperate goalkeeper, he dove for the tumbling bags. He managed to grab a sleeping bag, only to be dragged face-first into the snow. He scrambled back up, immediately lunging for another pack.

"Diego!" Professor Harrison roared. "Get back here! Leave it!"

Diego couldn't hear a thing.

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