The Short Trip

Lost Hope

« "Thank God I'm fine and I didn't die off this hill or hit any of the rocks out there," » said Olivia, trying to calm herself down.

I took out my phone, but there was no signal, so I couldn't call my family or even access the internet. Time passes and darkness prevails in the whole place and I do not know what to do, I just used my phone to be able to see the things in front of me.

I would like to climb this mountain to see my friends above or any of the other students.

But I did not expect that I could do that, the hill was very high, more like a mountain, and I would not be able to hold my phone and climb, and I also could not climb, so some places on the hill seemed to be equal, so I would not be able to catch anything if I got there and I wouldn't be able to go back at the same time, so I preferred not to try until the night was over and I'd try in the morning.

Also, I couldn't even sleep that night . . . . .

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And the same night that Olivia couldn't sleep, it was also hell for the students.

When their bus overturned, a large number of students died while some of them lived with serious and moderate injuries.

The students remained on the ground in their blood, until some of them woke up, and they were as distraught as Olivia was, afraid in the complete darkness, but at least they were among their friends.

The students looked around while carrying their phones, and they found the driver and the trip supervisor soaked in their blood, in an ugly scene that no one could bear. Some of the students, after seeing this scene, took the initiative to bring towels or cloths that were in their bags to cover the bodies of the supervisor, the driver, and also the dead students.

Among the dead students was one of Peter's three friends, and Olivia's two friends were still alive looking for Olivia among the dead students lying on the floor.

But to no avail, and they did not find her in the whole place, not even behind the bushes, which Sophia thought she might be there lying on the ground.

After nearly half an hour had passed and they were standing at the scene of the accident, losing hope that the rest of the other students would wake up on the ground, and all their attempts to contact their families were carried out because there was no network, and everyone was dispersed at the time.

One of the students called Thomas said angrily and loudly, with his facial veins almost exploding, « Guys ! » Everyone looked at him after he drew their attention, « How long are we going to stay like this? We will hardly die here if we continue to stand here and cry. »

Peter said to Thomas while his living friend standing next to him, « What do you expect us to do, brave man ? ! »

« I expect we'll just start moving. The dead won't wake up from the ground » Thomas said in a sarcastic voice.

Mia said, « Yes! I totally agree with Thomas. We just have to move. There's nothing we can do but that. »

« I don't really believe these idiots, » Peter said, vehemently rejecting their suggestion.

While the students started carrying their bags and walking forward led by Thomas and Mia.

Peter and his friend followed them when they found themselves left alone among the dead bodies.

And when complete darkness fell and it became four o'clock at dawn, the students began to sit on the edges of the street in two long rows and set up tents that they were carrying with some students and slept inside in the hope that a vehicle would go on this road at any time, so that there would be an opportunity to stop it from one of the students And escape from here, but no vehicle came until the morning brought them . . . . .

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I opened my eyes to the light of the rising sun and found myself leaning my back and neck on the trunk of a tree.

The sun's rays were not on my face or even touching me, but I was in the shade under the giant tree with branches and large leaves.

I was able to see everything clearly, so I took two sticks that were lying on the floor and started rubbing them against the large stone which I found around until I made these two sticks have a pointed beginning and started trying to climb the mountain.

But as soon as I placed between the stones and the sand, and begin to pick myself up and climb to the top. They broke right away at the start, and I couldn't climb a single step to the top. I was so desperate that I sharpened and pointed them for so long and in the end they broke up with me in the beginning. I screamed and screamed over and over so loudly that my throat and chest started to hurt.

I felt that there was no point in what I was doing, so I grabbed the two sticks and threw them into the river that was right in front of me. And I just started walking in the woods hoping not to die and I didn't even try to survive. There was a large plank across the river to cross to the other side of it, so I went to it and walked on it.

I did not know where I was going even, and when I crossed to the other side, I kept moving between the forests, but without leaving the river and losing from my sight, and also I did not touch myself inside the forests very much, so I got lost more and more; So I was walking kind of outwardly along the river.

And after ten minutes passed like this, suddenly while I was walking, I heard a sound. The sound of someone crying, maybe crying a lot, so I suddenly got scared and stood in my place. I said to myself, « What is that sound? crying ? But does anyone even live here? »

And I started to approach the sound.