Everyone was searching.
Shouting, yelling, until their throats went hoarse.
Walking, running, until their feet blistered.
Finally, at six o'clock in the morning, they received news—
They had found him.
The person had lost his signal flare, and with a stroke of luck, headed towards his destination. Unfortunately, with a terrible sense of direction, he became lost as he walked.
It wasn't until after midnight that he gave up struggling and tried to start a fire to call for rescue.
Unexpectedly, his waterproof matches were also lost.
In the end, he managed to start a fire by friction and thus informed the helicopter of his location.
In any case, it was a false alarm.
The person was unharmed.
Hearing this news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But by the time the last team got back, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
Without giving them any time to rest, everyone was hurried onto vehicles and dragged directly back to Base.
