Mt. Everest Alternate Ending
At 29,000 feet, Mt. Everest isn’t a hospitable place to be for any living creature. The cold icy winds tearing through the bodies, extremely cold temperatures unbearable to anything alive are making it extremely tough to keep moving forward. Clouds thundering and the mountain freezing everything to death. Ground just beneath the fresh snow is similar to a knight’s armour. Almost impenetrable like the mountain is protecting itself, but his sharp ice axe is shedding it into pieces wherever it hits the ground to move forward. Solid snowflakes are hitting his body, resentful of his presence on the mountain. But he’s there to save his soul mate and there is no way the mountain can scare him enough to make him go back. Dark grey peaks, barely visible,
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are the only things he can see. The rest is all covered in white snow as one big white blanket. He can feel the brittle wind hitting his face. His nose is so cold that he can’t sense it anymore. He can feel the blue air inside his lungs with every breath he takes.
Separated from her group on their way back from Everest, she’s been alone out there in this menacing storm for the last two days and her last known position, predicted from the transmission she made before the storm, was 20 hours ago. She has climbed the Everest successfully time and again and this was like any other expedition except this time he wasn’t there for her. They were supposed to go up together like they did every time in the past but just before the trek they had an intense argument and she decided to go alone. He wanted to talk and apologize but before he could she’d already left.
When she transmitted a distress signal from the mountain, he was devastated.
All this time he was waiting for her to come back so he could tell her how sorry he was and amend himself. And now the possibility that he might not be able to see her ever again was ravaging him. She would never have to face this if he went along. It was all his fault. He holds himself responsible for whatever is happening to her. He wants to go back and take back everything he said. He just simply couldn’t imagine his life without her being in it. He wants to redeem himself and the only way he sees to do that is by finding her and bringing her back. Being an experienced mountaineer, he placed together a rescue group and went on to save her. The likelihood that she could have been dead by now, he just refuses to believe. The slight possibility of her being alive is ample enough for him to take this risk and go find her. He is determined to bring her back against all the odds. Every thought that floods his mind is about finding her and saving her, not about the dangers on the mountain, or the fear of his own safety.
The ice beneath the snow is as hard as concrete and sharp as a knife. Stone hard to step on and slippery at times, it’s exceedingly peril. The broken sharp ice leaves bruises underneath the thick clothing. He can feel his feet are starting to freeze and he can’t feel his toes anymore. His torment is made even more challenging by thick, cumbersome clothing and heavy gear a burden for his body to
bear.
The group’s been climbing for four hours and his body is tired and his legs are starting to crumble due to excessive fatigue. His feet can no longer bear the weight of even his own body. Still surging forward, punching his ice axe into the snow, leading the way. The blizzard escalated into a snowstorm that further is pushing the limits of everyone in the group. But the hope that she might still be alive was the motivating force that impelled him to keep pushing forward no matter what.
The howling, whistling storm winds are murderous and are repelling him like someone is pushing from the opposite direction. These winds on the mountains are unrelenting and almost making it impossible for him to move further. He can hear crackling and sizzling similar to that made by soft drinks or seltzer water but this sound is ear piercing. The need to save his friend is the only thing that is keeping him insistent, driving him forward in the icy, blue winds. He is 20 minutes away from her predicted location and is urgent in his efforts to reach her. He doesn’t want to spend a second longer than needed. No time can be wasted.
On reaching the predicted transmission area, there is no sign of her. Disoriented and confused, he can no longer see any light at the end of the tunnel. Exhausted and desperate, he almost walks off the edge of the mountain looking for her. His heart is hammering and his brain is circulating with anxious thoughts. Now oblivious to the cold, he reaches down and scrapes the newly fallen snow away when all of a sudden he sees a hand in snow. He quickly pushes away the snow. It is her. He pulls her out of the snow. Her body is still covered in freezing, grey slush. He wraps his hands around her face and looks at her. He can no longer feel the bone-numbing cold or sense the clouds thundering. All his natural body movements are on hold. He is frozen with relief, just looking at her. Barely breathing she’s lying there exposed to the vicious winds trying to kill her. Tears start running down his face and a sense of true joy and satisfaction ran through his veins.
are the only things he can see. The rest is all covered in white snow as one big white blanket. He can feel the brittle wind hitting his face. His nose is so cold that he can’t sense it anymore. He can feel the blue air inside his lungs with every breath he takes.
Separated from her group on their way back from Everest, she’s been alone out there in this menacing storm for the last two days and her last known position, predicted from the transmission she made before the storm, was 20 hours ago. She has climbed the Everest successfully time and again and this was like any other expedition except this time he wasn’t there for her. They were supposed to go up together like they did every time in the past but just before the trek they had an intense argument and she decided to go alone. He wanted to talk and apologize but before he could she’d already left.
When she transmitted a distress signal from the mountain, he was devastated.
All this time he was waiting for her to come back so he could tell her how sorry he was and amend himself. And now the possibility that he might not be able to see her ever again was ravaging him. She would never have to face this if he went along. It was all his fault. He holds himself responsible for whatever is happening to her. He wants to go back and take back everything he said. He just simply couldn’t imagine his life without her being in it. He wants to redeem himself and the only way he sees to do that is by finding her and bringing her back. Being an experienced mountaineer, he placed together a rescue group and went on to save her. The likelihood that she could have been dead by now, he just refuses to believe. The slight possibility of her being alive is ample enough for him to take this risk and go find her. He is determined to bring her back against all the odds. Every thought that floods his mind is about finding her and saving her, not about the dangers on the mountain, or the fear of his own safety.
The ice beneath the snow is as hard as concrete and sharp as a knife. Stone hard to step on and slippery at times, it’s exceedingly peril. The broken sharp ice leaves bruises underneath the thick clothing. He can feel his feet are starting to freeze and he can’t feel his toes anymore. His torment is made even more challenging by thick, cumbersome clothing and heavy gear a burden for his body to
bear.
The group’s been climbing for four hours and his body is tired and his legs are starting to crumble due to excessive fatigue. His feet can no longer bear the weight of even his own body. Still surging forward, punching his ice axe into the snow, leading the way. The blizzard escalated into a snowstorm that further is pushing the limits of everyone in the group. But the hope that she might still be alive was the motivating force that impelled him to keep pushing forward no matter what.
The howling, whistling storm winds are murderous and are repelling him like someone is pushing from the opposite direction. These winds on the mountains are unrelenting and almost making it impossible for him to move further. He can hear crackling and sizzling similar to that made by soft drinks or seltzer water but this sound is ear piercing. The need to save his friend is the only thing that is keeping him insistent, driving him forward in the icy, blue winds. He is 20 minutes away from her predicted location and is urgent in his efforts to reach her. He doesn’t want to spend a second longer than needed. No time can be wasted.
On reaching the predicted transmission area, there is no sign of her. Disoriented and confused, he can no longer see any light at the end of the tunnel. Exhausted and desperate, he almost walks off the edge of the mountain looking for her. His heart is hammering and his brain is circulating with anxious thoughts. Now oblivious to the cold, he reaches down and scrapes the newly fallen snow away when all of a sudden he sees a hand in snow. He quickly pushes away the snow. It is her. He pulls her out of the snow. Her body is still covered in freezing, grey slush. He wraps his hands around her face and looks at her. He can no longer feel the bone-numbing cold or sense the clouds thundering. All his natural body movements are on hold. He is frozen with relief, just looking at her. Barely breathing she’s lying there exposed to the vicious winds trying to kill her. Tears start running down his face and a sense of true joy and satisfaction ran through his veins.