I dont have much time. Im cold. Im hungry. Im tired. I dont think Ill make it through the night.
Ive been traped in these mountians for seven days. The snows been coming down since my planes firey crash. There were ten of us on the plane. Im the only one that survived. All that made it through the crash was a hachet, a paper clip, two matches, a sandwhich, a handful of potatoe chips, and two ziploac bags. How am I to survive?
The first night i was stranded, i ate someberries i found on a bush and a bite of my sandwhich. I was frightned, going towards the brink of terror. I keep hearing wolf packs howl. Their tracking me as I write this. I must hurry. The spring next to the little cave I call home keeps freezing over. My hands have serve frostbite from the freezing water I have to drink.Their numb and I have to keep looking down to see if they're still there.The same things happening to my feet. It's starting to hurt to walk. Sleep is beckoning me, but I must stay awake if I am to survive. Even if it's not for long.
The hunter has become the hunted. The wolves have caught my scent, I know it. They know I'm weak and wouldn't be able to fend them off if they came. The light of day is slowly fading away. I know I won't survive the night....
Oh no! I've seen the wolves reflections in the spring! Their coming for me. I shall fight till the end but only one will win.
The battle was bloody, and one wolf was killed. They've ripped open my stomach and one of my legs is now useless. They ran off to regroup, but will be back to finish what they started. So this dear friend, is what I'll leave you. When you walk through these mountains, this you shall see:
"The memory of a brave lad,
Who fought for everything he ever had,
Yet the wolf played a crule role,
And then nature took its tole."