It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra. the world without us.

without us.

I came home a year ago. Alex didn't, it was my best friend, he was the only one I could share everything with.

Sometimes it feels like I didn't return from that place either, at least not as myself.

A part of me, perhaps my desire to live, stayed behind.

I guess you could say I'm depressed.

It isn't until now I feel ready to tell anyone about what happened to us.

We went through something so unfathomable that it's difficult for me to put it into words,

but I'll do my best. Back when it happened, almost two years ago, my best friend

and I were both studying anthropology in France. We were both avid cave explorers. During summer break we had explored the most famous cave

systems in France. We studied all of the well-known cave paintings and remains from the Neolithic era. We both lived for this. So it was kind of a

no-brainer for us to spend our summer break doing the same kind of thing we did at the university. Each cave exploration we had followed

established guidelines. We always made sure we could go in safe and come out safe.

The last week before we returned to our university town we decided to explore

Regordo in search of caves that haven't been discovered yet.

This is a bit irresponsible since none of us were experienced enough for such an

undertaking.

But we were both thrill seekers. And even though we didn't believe we would find anything,

the search itself was exciting enough for us to keep going. However, we did find something.

It was Alex who saw at first.

He yelled at me from where he was doing his business.

Hey, Lester, come check this out.

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