STRANDED

I woke up from my miserable night. The thought of frostbite was in my head even while sleeping. Stranded, in the middle of the snowy woods in coldfoot Alaska. It started of as an ice fishing trip with a friend. Until disaster struck, I am Kane and this is my nightmare. Scared, now alone nothing but a coat, snow pants and a knife. My buddy Shane had all the supplies: food, water, extra clothes, and an emergency first aid kit. He had all of that stuff, until he fell through the ice! I couldn't save him. After he fell through the ice the whole lake began cracking so I had to run off. He pleaded for me to come save him but all I could do was talk to hm I told him to stay calm. “Stay calm”, I shouted, “stay calm”! But despite my advice he just struggled and struggled. He then became tire and had no energy and he drown. The sight was unbearable so I ran off. With thoughts cluttering in my mind I was not thinking straight. Stupidly I ran the opposite way that I had come I looked back, thinking I could just follow my footsteps. But my footsteps were covered in 3 inches of snow. I look around me with an austere expression and all I see is white. “This can't be happening” I say aloud over an over again. Nightfall grew nearer, so I dug a hole in the snow and slept there. And here I am now.
I didn't know where to begin All I could do is think of what's to come. Lonely, cold and hopeless I then kindled a fire to warm up. I could not think about anyone or anything other than my wife Shauna. She tried to discourage me from going on this trip just for that reason. But there is no turning back and I feel so bad. Maybe she will start a new life without me, I kept thinking, or maybe she will wait. That is irrelevant at the moment I thought to myself, “she will wait” a mysterious voice said. I looked around but saw nothing. “Who's there” I shouted, but no response. “I must be hearing things” I thought to myself. At that moment I began to feel morosed I tried to be sanguine but I couldn't. Then my stomach began growling at me like a vicious pit bull does in a dog fight. At that very moment I realized I need to eat something. From watching Bear Grylls on TV I never thought I'd be in this type of situation but here I am now. So many wasted hours of watching man vs wild may not be so wasted anymore. I rip my knife out of y snow pants and off I go on the hunt. After time passing and no food I decided to set up traps to catch snow hare. So again I fell asleep and the next time I awake I shall hope for the best. I awoke and went over to my first trap...Nothing I began growing very lethargic I stared at it for a while, depressed. I go on to my second one SUCCESS! A snow hare was struggling to get out of my homemade trap. But there was no escape for it. At that very moment I hear a growl and look down to my stomach, but this time it wasn't my stomach.
I looked over the trapidation began overpowering my body and theres a hungry snow leopard who wants my catch. Looks like as for the rabbit there is no escape for me, I had to be hardy at this moment and back away slowly and whip out my buck knife. I tell it to back off but it was not compliant. This creature was huge and intimidating the beast was truculant. My adrenaline began flowing and I felt invincible, unfortunatley I was not. The beast wanted blood and I could provide him with that. He pounced on top of me and clawed me in the face. He then bounced back off and went to bite my leg but before he could clamp down I knifed him in his thigh. He then backed off and limped away. I then grabbed my catch of the day killed it and ate the good parts raw. With food now in my stomach I bean to try to find a way out. Picking up and eating snow on the way for hydration. As I looked around all I could see was pure white snow. It was scary and ubiquitous. Everywhere, the sight was unbearable. My boots were not too thick and I could feel the moisture in my shoes. I began to feel weak and thought the hare may be the reason, since I ate it raw. I loathed the situation I was in. But then I finally slipped my boots off and saw the hideous sores on my feet from the dampness. I began to become pale, I just couldn't take it anymore. “I am going to put an end to this” I thought. The thoughts in my head were garbled. At that moment I took out my knife I thought about it some more. This extemperaneous journey has taken it toll on me. Put my knife back in my pocket. I told myself I was going to end it one more time. I took out my knife again.