Hunter
"To the left." I grunted, guiding the bottom of Dahlia's foot up and over several inches to a small notch on the side of the mountain.
"I don't like this." Dahlia said, her body ridged with fear. "I don't like this at all."
"Dig in." I reminded her. She let out a shaky breath and did just that, stomping the ball of her foot onto the lip, though only a few of the crampons successfully lodged in the icy surface.
Good enough.
I didn't care for ice climbing. Not at all, actually. Besides the face that I couldn't shift, it was bitter cold outside, and the drop was even more concerning. Especially given all the dead bodies we found. I had Dahlia take the lead, trusting her to place all the screws necessary for our anchor points. Though I had more muscle to secure it, the risk of h
