I rubbed the back of my hand to try and stop it from shaking. It didn't work. I am excited. It's the first sign of another human. I know that she's out there, ahead of me, it's a light shining in the darkness for me but she doesn't know I'm here. Judging by the cannister age, she's been out here for about 80 days in solitude. Her mind could be broken, she might already have shut down her system, sleeping. Waiting for her demise,... or worse.
The smile faded from my face as the thought echoed in my head. I shaked away negative thought and distractions and continued drilling ice deposits. I mostly use left hand to support the tool now. It's tedious, but I'll get used to it. "Tomorrow will be a very good day," I whispered.
On other news, I have discovered a way to slow down arm wound deterioration: A daily dose of Acetaminophen injection. It almost stopped the spreading, but the downside is It almost eliminates sensations of my right arm.