Into the Swirl

It's the middle of a martian day, but in the swirl it seems like the middle of the night. Visibility is five to ten meters max so i set off slowly, eye scanning for the shape of the drop point. I trip over a rock because i'm too busy looking at my target. The whir of the suit pumps winds down to silence and all i can hear is the quiet hiss of the fail safe regulator bleeding air into my suit. It might not have been stocked recently, but with any luck, the cums might work if i can power them up.