Cold. A feeling I've felt a lot even with all the clothes I'm wearing. We've been on this mountain trying to get to the summit for 7 weeks. We are staying at the third camp for a little. We are heading to the first step next. I can't wait to get back home.
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My journaling was interrupted " hey dude we need to go"said Paul " oh uh one sec" I hastily put my journal in my pack
As I am writing this one of the climbers sprained their foot by slipping on a rock. Two climbers helped him get back to camp. Which left 3 people me, Paul, and Luke. It was Paul's third time climbing this mountain, while it was Luke and mines first. Sometimes I hate pau-
" ok break time over let's get to step 2"said by Paul
A plentiful amount of hours later on step 3
I can almost feel the summit, seeing it though is almost completely out of the question it was to dark to see anything really.jesus, I haven't slept in almost a whole day, got barely a nap at camp 3, and spent the whole day in this suit of god dame dead weight. Still can wait to get out of this cold wasteland.
It's funny to think that a rope that connects us together is the only reason why one of us hasn't fallen down the mountain.
I was still climbing, I was In the back, Luke was in front of me and in front of him was Paul.
I stepped on a rock wrong
'oh sh*t' I lost my balance, I felt a deep feeling of dread came over me.
The rope wasn't attached to Luke. I fell
" AHHH" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn't see if they looked back. I rolled over rocks we pasted earlier only a few minutes before. I hit my legs, arms... Basically everything. It only lasted for a few seconds then I started going down the side. I couldn't tell If I went down the right or left side. I was probably lucky to still be conscious.
I could feel warm blood going down my face which was disorienting its self, but the dizziness was more disorienting then the fact I couldn't feel the left side of my face. After a while of going down I hit a rock directly with my face
That knocked me out quick... And most of my teeth.
When I woke up I felt incredibly weak, the headache I had felt like I drank all the alcohol in the world. After a few seconds I remembered what happened, I opened my eyes only to see the sky and all it was snowy white.
It was a snowing, and hell it was going fast it must be some kind of snowstorm I could barely see in front of me . I was able to move my head around and see what was around me. Every time I moved my head the headache got worse. It was an oddity that my ski googles didn't get snow all over them. I saw blood around my arm my left to be exact , the blood was soaking through my clothes. I'd say what my leg looked like, but even looking at how bent it was made me gag.
So this Is how I die. Huh I guess it's kinda cool dieing here.
I just stayed there lying on my back..... Thinking to my self
Wait what the f*ck is that?
I saw the outline of what looked like someone. With all the strength I had left I tried my best to get him over to me.
all that came out was some gargling . yeah it was hard talking when most of your mouth was filled with shards of your own teeth.
The outline of the figure came closer and closer and closer.... Intel I saw what it was. Death, well not like a bright light more of the guy with the black colored monk costume and a scythe. You know the grim reaper.
" what a shame killed by his friends ignorance"...... wow you would of thought deaths voice would be deep, it sounded more light and kinda Canadian. Who would of thought?
" wait what? Your not dead yet?"
I tried talking again. All that came out was some gurgling..... again.
" we'll uh look your kinda supposed to die right now soooo I'm ganna come back in a few, also don't do that whole crawling away thing. It took me a while to find you and I don't want to go looking for you again."
It's kinda funny that if he leaves he hast to find me again. Also why he just doesn't kill me now or whatever he does.
