Harry,Harry quickly and carefully moves in the presumed direction of the others. From about halfway, he starts feeling the rush of the wind against his body. The trees start trembling.
The forest is submerged in darkness, but then suddenly a vertical cone of light appears, illuminating [b]Stanley Kramer[/b]. At first it resembles a theatrical spotlight, picking out the hero (or the villain?) of the play... but then Harry realizes that the Trooper is holding up his flashlight and points it downwards at himself. He is unarmed, standing about 8-10 yards from Harry.
[b]Stanley[/b]'s lips are moving, but his voice is drown out by the noise of the wind and only fragments reach Harry: [i]...more...shoot...deserve it...[/i]
[b]Jeff[/b] is nowhere to be seen.
Stanley,[b]Jeff[/b] is not where he was supposed to be. It's as if all living things have disappeared from the world. Stanley feels completely alone and isolated.
The wind intensifies, and now it's rushing like a madman or a rabid animal between the trees. But around the Trooper, the air is still. Stanley cannot help but feel that he is standing straight inside the eye of a gathering storm.
Jeff,[b]Jeff[/b] makes his way through the forest, trembling from the extreme pain, but he makes it to the edge of the clearing. He recognizes the silhouettes of the tents in the darkness.