Sriyan Singh Karki
Last night, which I don’t remember much of, I’ll tell you what I can recall. Me, Bee, Sam, Nab, and Yogi were flying to South Africa when our plane suddenly nosedived into a dense, uncharted jungle, crashing violently through tall trees and thick vines. We were all asleep in our seats when the terrifying thud jolted us awake.
The jungle around us was wild and overwhelming. Towering trees with twisted roots blocked out most of the sunlight, and thick green creepers hung like ropes from the branches. Strange bird calls echoed through the air, and the ground was damp, covered with fallen leaves and mud. The smell of wet earth and crushed plants filled our noses.
As we stepped out of the aircraft without a single injury, we could hardly believe our luck. We decided to rummage through the plane to find anything useful. We found canned food, a few blankets, bottles of water, a flashlight, and some tools from the emergency kit. Using broken branches, we managed to chop wood and build a fire to keep ourselves warm and safe.
Night soon fell, and the Milky Way galaxy shimmered brightly above us, lighting up the dark sky. Sam walked into the bushes to look for food when he suddenly fell into a trap. The rest of us went searching for him when we were suddenly chased by a deer with its hooves raised. Panicking, we grabbed burning sticks from the fire and waved them to frighten it away. The animal fled, and that’s when we found Sam stuck in a ditch. We threw him a strong branch and pulled him out safely. Later, we sat by the fire and ate the canned food we had found in the damaged luggage section of the airplane.
On the second day, we did not move far from the crash site. Each of us searched for wood in the nearby forest, always staying within shouting distance of one another.
Days passed, and we were slowly losing hope of being rescued. Our food supplies were running dangerously low when we spotted the deer again. This time, Bee spoke up.
“I’ve got a plan,” he said confidently. Bee used a sharp metal rod from the plane and worked with Nab to trap the animal between trees. With great effort and fear, they managed to kill it, giving us food for the next few days.
By now, we knew we had to leave the place where our journey had begun and move deeper into the forest in search of help. It was the tenth day of our suffering. We were terrified, and thoughts of home flooded our minds.
“I just want to see my family again,” Sam whispered.
“I miss my bed and warm food,” said Nab sadly
“We have to survive,” Bee replied. “That’s our only choice.”
That’s when we saw smoke rising from the chimney of a nearby hut. We rushed toward it and saw an old man sharpening an arrow. The moment he looked at us, fear gripped our hearts, and we ran back into the jungle we had come from.
“What was that?” screamed Bee.
“That man has no face,” said Yogi, his voice shaking.
