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Narrator / Mike Corey (0:00)
Audible subscribers can listen to all episodes of against the Odds ad free right now. Join Audible today by downloading the Audible app. A listener note against the Odds uses dramatizations that are based on true events. Some elements, including dialogue, may be invented, but everything is based on research. Adrian Esteban drags his wounded body along the floor of the granite cave on top of Half Dome. His legs aren't working. The only way to move is to prop himself up on his forearms and crawl. His mind is spinning, his heart pounding. He looks around for his fellow hikers who sheltered here with him, but his vision is blurry. Still, he knows they're there. He can hear their moans above the rumbles of thunder and pounding of rain. The smell of something like burning sulfur fills his nose. It's just after 6:30pm on Saturday, July 27, 1980. Five seconds ago, Adrian and his friend Bob Frith were watching the storm from just outside this tiny cave. They were on the King's Chair, a slab of rock perched over the edge of a cliff thousands of feet above the valley floor. Then Adrian turned to go back into the cave, and that's when everything exploded. His body slammed into a rock wall, pinned there by some unseen force. His arm sizzled as if it had been shoved into a furnace. The pain was excruciating. Then he was released from the wall and fell into a heap on the ground. He tried to get up but couldn't move his legs. He was sure he was dying, and he realized what had happened. He crashed, cried out in terror and in pain.
Bruce Weiner (2:03)
Oh my God. Oh my God, we've been struck by lightning.
Narrator / Mike Corey (2:08)
Now he blinks hard a few times and the scene inside the cave starts to take shape. Against one wall is Bruce Weiner. He's groaning in pain, but he's moving. Nearby, lying sideways and curled into a fetal position, is Adrian's best friend, Tom Rice. His body twitches and Adrian can see deep scorch marks up and down his bare legs. Smoke rises from his flesh like something out of a horror movie. Then Adrian turns his head towards 16 year old Brian Jordan. The boy is sitting with his back to the wall, his legs jutting out on the damp floor. Adrian can't see his face because his chin has drooped onto his chest. Adrian looks closer and sees black burn marks seared into Brian's shirt. Tendrils of smoke drift upward from him. Two backpacks rest on either side of Brian, their metal frames leaning against the wall, and each backpack is shot through with a massive hole in the fabric like a white hot meteorite ripped through them. Adrian hears a gurgling sound from behind him, and he turns in the direction of the King's. He crawls back toward the opening and is horrified by what he sees. Bob Frith, who just seconds ago had been enjoying the view, is now thrashing around on the granite slab, perilously close to the edge. His eyes are open, but all Adrian can see of them are the wights. He's having some kind of seizure. Adrian drags himself back to the King's chair and reaches toward Bob, grabbing a hold of his waistband. But Adrian is weak and his legs still won't cooperate. Bob thrashes harder and Adrian yells desperately over his shoulder.
