Personal Narrative: Mt. Everest

The dancing of the snow, the running of the wind, the Earth was so quiet, so very, very quiet, ever since the outbreak. The outbreak caused the death of nearly every individual on the face of the world. I was the last living man who was living in the last place, anyone would want to be- Mt. Everest. A human tendency is to run away from problems, no matter how big or small; in my case, I ran away as soon as possible on a helicopter to a place where I know for a fact that I will be safe; this idea was the only reason why I survived the outbreak. I was isolated from the rest of the world, and it was just me, myself, and I. It did get really lonely, and all that there was to do, was to be in contemplation. To think about life before everything …show more content…
There was a nearby cave where I thought I would rest until the snow dissipated. For what seemed almost a century, the snow was still falling, and I was still waiting, but suddenly there was a type of figure that was approaching the cave. It had a shape of a woman... but I thought that I was the last man on earth. I thought about calling over the figure, but I always prioritized safety above all, but I wanted to talk to a human. I tied one of the dead animals that I caught earlier with some rope and threw the animal into the storm. A few seconds later there was tug, a jolt that came from the rope. I started pulling the rope back to me only to find that the animal was gone with the rope all tattered up from what looked like a beast attack. I was starting to become concerned for what was happening, so I decided I would make a run back to my cliff camp. When I exited the cave the figure that I saw wasn't alone, more and more began appearing before my eyes. I dropped the animals and started darting it back to my camp, propelling my legs through the snow as fast as I could. I never knew I could run so fast. But alas the creatures were still following