We Can 't Go On Anymore ! Essay
My best friend Tim is lying on the floor unconscious while losing an excessive amount of blood. In the process of fighting the otters off, my foot was tragically mauled. As I tried to stay awake, I can dimly hear the otters scratching on the doors and walls of the cabin. That was the last thing I heard until I went into an oblivion.
After what seemed to be hours, I started to gain conscious again and realized the scratching was gone. Now was the time to find a way out of this place. I called out to Tim, who was still lying on the floor where he dropped unconsciously to see if he still maintained to stay alive.
“ Tim!!!! Wake up! *slap* *slap*. We have to keep moving. The otters are gone. It’s only a matter of time until they come back.”
He doesn 't respond. I, then started to panic.
“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! What am I going to do? I can 't just leave him here.” I quickly picked myself up and told Tim
“I’ll be back, I’m going to find a phone.”
I ran to the cabin’s lunchroom as fast as my feet could carry me. As I made my way to the lunchroom, I spotted a telephone that luckily still had a connection and I tried to call for help. As soon as the phone rang, It lost connection. I panicked and thought
“What am I going to do now.”
I looked around the lunchroom in search of a first aid kit, but unfortunately I was not successful. I went back to the cabin, thinking and praying that Tim is still alive.
I look frantically around the…