they pushed down through the dense branches. it was claustrophobic.
sense of mispelling but never knowing where u r. once they had
descended a certain time there was no light, no way of knowing where
they were. they stopped from time to time. radio :

"hows things up there ?"
"y good good"

then later, another stop

"hows things up there ?"
"im hearing, hearing ..."
"hearing what ?"
"hearrrriiingggg ..... um ... you"

the team looked at each other, as well as they could through the
dense branches. that was one of the strange things, the branches were
dry. they had no leaves. it was like winter but it wasnt cold. and so
densely woven.

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