>>5322184>>5322196>>5322262<span class="mu-s">12, 15, 11</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">!!TEST PASSED!!</span></span>
Wrestling against the pulling tides you keep the pace, ignoring the splashing water and focusing entirely on moving and breathing. You end up swallowing a mouthful or two, but use the rehydration to spurn you forward. You couldn't estimate the distance from the flare, but it helped motivate you to keep going. Pressing against the muddy river bank, your soaked through clothes weigh you down. Struggling to stand, you focus on simply crawling up the soily embankment. After a few good feet you escape the water completely before pulling your heavy pack up as well. The Officer had already stripped down and was into his own thermal bodysuit. "Move it Seven!" He hauled you up with an arm, kicking you in the ass and sending you on your way towards the bushy area. A tarp was spread up beside the Officer's rucksack. The wind catches you in the open, chilling your bones and spine to the core.
You wanted to collapse but advance instead. Fighting your sleeping digits you struggle to get your own Wind-durable tarp free, the barbed breeze whipping your skin harshly. You shook uncontrollably, wishing to escape the overwhelming storm you try to climb into your shell, it fails. The mental fortress failing to come into being only made you panic further. You were freezing to death. Quickly you construct a plastic bulwark from the buffering cold. Tying and pinning down the sheet in the same way as the officer. With that task done you waste no time stripping out of your wet clothes. Your bare body felt just as numb and frozen, the clothes nothing but dead weight. You squat in the shade of your cover, quickly rooting around your bag.
Discovering a small towel you waste no time drying off the best you could. The friction brings back small traces of life. Burning pain spread across skin as nerves began to awaken to nothing but the cold. "Fucking Fuck!" You howl, spotting Six being hauled out next. She had lost her rucksack in the river, luckily for her you each carried spares. But that wasn't your problem just yet. Quickly you race to slip into the neatly folded thermal bodysuit. It was a little wet, your hands having sprinkled water inside the bags proofing. The clinging elastic was a pain to slip up over your pins and needles made flesh, but with a helping hand from Six she managed to pull it up to your waist. The rubber lining digging into every crevice. Zipping it up you toss the naked girl your own towel, any morsel of embarrassment or shyness burned out by the daily routines. She wasn't a girl or a boy. Barely even a human to you. She was just another number. Two showed up next, the tanned lad had saved his own pack. "I'm dying!" He moaned while poorly constructing his own shelter from the wind. Six had pretty much pushed you from your own.
