As you head into the forest you see a bare footprint in some mud, it seems to be about the size of your partner’s foot, but it’s had to tell.
The trail has only been minimally maintained; as you stumble through the darkness you are constantly slipping and catching yourself on overgrown branches. You stare at the ground, watching you footing as best you can, but a single misstep sends you plummeting down the side of a gully. Partway down the mud changes to jagged protruding slate, and you come to a sudden stop on the rocks at the bottom. If your ankles we still facing the correct direction, you might be able to walk, but instead you’ll have to wait for rescue—if there will be one.