Drecka

My radio chirped again: "Holy shit, Lima, I hear somebody out here. There's a kid out here!" The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "What? You're sure? What do you hear?" Wes opened the channel again, "I don't know, crying or something. Shit, I think it's coming from the Basin."

The Basin was our nickname for a sheer drop into a cave in the middle of the forest, with no surroundings to indicate that it'd be there. Dangerous as all hell. If anybody fell down there, much less a kid, they're lucky to be alive.