12: Ni-Bump-ght - Dead Girl

It was a long haul, Jenny was making little progress and having lost the little buoyancy given by the air she had gulped in prior to her aquatic perambulations she was carrying even more weight than before.
She reached a spot that was too precipitous to climb and she was nearing exhaustion and had to rest for a bit. The area ahead of her was too steep and had nothing in the way of hand holds even when she dug her strong talons in.
This was frustrating. Moving in the pitch darkness was damned near impossible as she had to feel every inch of the way to avoid another long slide and lose all the progress she had made.
Then she saw a faint glimmer bobbing ahead of her, when she stopped moving it continued to get a little brighter. So it was something coming towards her rather than an object she was approaching. In a couple of minutes she saw it was someone in full diving gear, mask, breather unit, tanks, wetsuit, the whole bit.
He, she was pretty certain the diver was male, stopped and trod water in an upright position beside her. He took her near hand and placed it on a strap on one of the tanks for her to hold tight. His own arm snaked around her waist and soon they were moving through the dark water.