"Marcos …", Milo choked out, the air surrounding him growing thin, "… how much longer do we have to climb.
He looked up, watching Marcos jam his foot into the side of the snowy mountain. Marcos looked down at him, reaching down to offer Milo a hand the tips of his fingers were frozen red, "A few more minutes and we'll reach a flat".
Milo looked past Marcos noticing the ground levelled out slightly, "Oh thank god …", he breathed a sigh of relief as he lifted his foot and jumped up another few inches.
In this situation, Milo quickly realised that not only were they majorly underprepared for this type of climb, but they also hadn't packed anything that could be useful to them in anyway. All they had brought with them were a few thin pieces of clothing and food … also his ointment.
