Trepidation

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By: Geist von P.A.
Written on 11-05-2018
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In that instant everything slowed as it swirled into darkness.

Pain, more just discomfort, as I regain focus to my eyes.
My body's second sensation; the cold breeze and tiny crystals as they gently descend and land softly upon my bare skin.
I turn over releasing a slight grunt, not so much from pain as to irritation to the fact of my current situation.
Lying there on my back looking straight up at the clear blue sky brings a little relief to my psyche. A momentary glimmer of relief before my paripherial vision catches the fading daylight as the sun begins to sink behind the snowcapped mountain-scape.

One can not be too careful when checking the normal workings of their own body after such a dramatic event of a plane crash. The adrenaline high can last much longer than the initial event. It seems I might have been out for quite some time and the effects had warn off; for upon inspection of my limbs for broken bones revealed not even a scratch. Even my clothes were completely in-tack.
My entire life I had never been so lucky, I guess I was just saving it for such an occasion.
Stiffness from the cold proved to be a bit of a challenge as I got to me feet though. Assessing my surroundings brought me to some mind boggling conclusions.
There was no wreckage.
There was no disturbed snow as far as I could see.
I was not buried by new snow fall so therefore nothing else would be either.

My impression in the snow indicated that my head was up-hill, in the direction of the peak of the mountain. The rest of my body was layed out in a star shape.

I did not understand.
The only things I knew for certain is night was coming and so was the cold.

Scouting the area quickly for any sign of shelter revealed a large snowcapped landscape. No trees. No rocks. No life.
I thought, for a brief moment, about the other lives on the plane and what their fate may be.

There were three of us on that tiny cessna; the pilot, Jane and myself.
Neither of them I knew before today.

I couldn't worry about them right now.

The shadows are getting long and the day's colors were fading to hues of deep purples and reds.
My mind began to race, to think quickly of a type of shelter. Even thinking as so much to descend down the gently sloping mountain side.
If only I had a shovel or even a pair of gloves, any instrument that could be used for digging.

The evening's weather was surprisingly mild and, with a full moon looming high overhead it made the trek down the mountain easy.

The only directional bearing I had was given to me by the sun. My bearing was heading North-East.
This, or course, seemed to be the safest and fastest way down the hillside. I just hoped my luck would hold out until I found a means of shelter or rescue.

I managed to find a small grove of fir trees, which was hidden from my initial search of the land. I nestled beneath one of them in the thickest section I could find. Unfortunately, this offered little room for comfort or a restful sleep.

Daybreak brought a few joyful birdsongs along with another clear sunny sky. With the witness of a splended morning I felt hope returning to my soul.

I must press on I told myself as I made my way out of the firs.

Day 2.

I managed to keep the mountain, which I dubbed wakeup rock, to my back. It's been slow going due to the deep snow and frequent rest stops so as not to get to exhausted. So far the weather has held fair and I keep hope and the will to go on by thinking about my family.

Day 3:

I found a stream today. Up until now I've been sucking on snow. All that bottled stuff can't hold a candle to pure mountain spring straight from the source.
Unfortunately, I have no means of carrying such a precious commodity.
After having my fill I press on.

Day 4:

Intestinal cramping, vomiting and diarrhea came like a storm in the night. Feeling very weak but continuing to press on.
Somewhere around mid day and I'm feverish, sweat pouring down my face and, this jacket feels like an oven.
Need to rest I think to myself and I crouch to the ground to sit.

I wake to the vicious tugging of my jacket sleeve and hear threads ripping.
As I go to swing my other arm in an effort to break free; I am then blindsided by yet another wolf.
Thankfully my jacket is thick so I still have some mobility within the sleeves.
I try to stand but they are pulling me in opposite directions and I fall on my face before I can get so much as a leg under myself.
This must have presented an opportunity for another two wolves to grab my legs because they are holding fast and pulling hard.
With every ounce of strength I have I flail wildly. A couple of the hounds let go momentarily and then attach their canines into my side and thigh while another lunges onto my back sinking his incisors through my jacket and in my shoulder. I yell out in pain and think this is the end as I feel my body go limp from over exertion.
Just as I go limp my body is released and I hear a yelp from one of the hounds while the faint sound of snow is being rustled around.
I am then, forcefully, flipped to my back. My face is half covered with snow and all I can see is white blurry shapes.
I hear the low gnarled growels of the wolves right before the giant growl of the massive shape standing over me.

There's the tussle of light and heavy animal footsteps all around me as I lay there motionless and in pain.
This continues until one last high pitched yelp rings out and then the sound of snow crunching footsteps quickly fades into the distance.

I can feel his hot panting breath on my face and neck. He's smelling my blood.
Up and down his nostril sweep over my entire body. And then there is the weight as he presses down on the left side of my body, pressing me into the snow and breaking my ribs which then puncture my lung.
Really hard to breathe now.
I can feel his entire mouth encumber my left thigh as he takes a giant ripping bite of meat off my leg and snapping the bone in the process.
I try to scream but all that manages to come out is a gurgle and a mouthful of blood.
This must have caught the bear's attention because the next thing I feel is his powerful teeth piercing my cheeks and completely crushing my lower jaw before it is removed completely.
My final thoughts as I lay there choking on my own blood were something to the following degree.

This is how it ends.
Bear shit.