Ragnar: eyes darting around S-s-so, you-you sure this is the r-right w-way? Damn storm's a killer!
man…Ragnars eyes dart from tree to tree as he spoke…his face was pale as he grabbed my arm tightly
We need to find shelter! This storm is too dangerous to continue through. grabs a torch, lighting it with flint and steel
Pearson’s eyes dart from tree to tree as he spoke…his face was pale as he grabbed my arm tightly P-please tell me we aren’t going to try and move in the middle of this shitstorm….
snaps the torch in half and points at the base of a large oak tree We're going to take shelter in that tree until the storm passes.
nods quickly, his voice trembling Okay, let's do it. But be careful, Ragnar. Remember what happened last time?
grips his axe tightly, nodding I won't forget. We stick together and watch each other's backs. Now let's find some dry wood and make a fire.
Pearson quickly gathers dry leaves and twigs, stacking them in a circle to form a makeshift fire pit.
starts chopping down branches with his axe, creating a small clearing for the fire We need to make sure this fire is safe and won't spread.
swiftly helps Ragnar gather more dry wood and arrange it into a teepee structure within the fire pit.
takes out a wet piece of cloth and wraps it around the wood in the fire pit This will help keep the flames contained.
quickly grabs a bag of flint rocks and strikes two stones together, sparking a spark which ignites the dry wood.
claps his hands together Alright, now we've got a fire going. We just need to stay warm and keep ourselves dry.
nods quickly, rubbing his cold hands together for warmth. Alright, Ragnar. Let's just survive this shitstorm.
takes off his heavy woolen cloak and drapes it over both of their shoulders This should help us stay warm.
shaking slightly, tightens the cloak around him Fuck, Ragnar…I thought we were invincible out here….
grabs Pearson's shoulders firmly Listen up, Pearson. We ain't invincible, no matter how much we'd like to think.
grabs Ragnar’s hand tightly and whispers I’m scared man….i thought these things were just stories…..
As the storm rages on, Ragnar and Pearson huddle together for warmth and comfort, their fear and uncertainty growing as they face the harsh reality of nature's fury.
whispers, shivering You think we'll make it, Ragnar?
pauses for a moment, his voice firm and reassuring I don't know, Pearson. But what I do know is that we've faced worse before.