I spent the day traveling back along the furrow. I've left a pack and supplies in case Melanie returns to the place we were camped. I'm done. I've had enough of this pointless exploration, this doomed, death-filled quest.
I'll be travelling for weeks to get back to the facility. If I survive, I'm going to ask to be taken out of the field team. I'd much rather stay in and do my research. I dread to think how this exposure to the mal will affect me in the long term.
The grey soil and scrubby, leafless bushes stretch away in every direction. If it wasn't for the furrow, I'd have no idea where I was going. I'm looking forward to a change in scenery.