A high school class took a trip to Mount Fiji for their junior trip, for history to explore and have a good time. But their supposed-to-be field trip soon turned into a nightmare when the bus went off the road and crashed in the suicide forest, leav...
We continued down the path, still holding hands. All of us. We weren't getting separated again.
Eventually we stopped to rest. We sat down on the path, resting. We were all exhausted. We were almost completely out of supplies, just a water bottle and possibly granola bar left.
I looked over at Mikey, then Dylan. We were all jacked up. I had cuts all over my hands and legs, Mikey's eye situation, and Dylan's ankle–we were in bad shape.
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We tried to ignore the weird sounds and the whispers in the wind. "We shouldn't stop for too long." Mikey said. I nodded, "You're right. We'll sit for a few then we will keep going."
A few moments later, we all got up and headed North, once again. The path was rocky, and tangled with roots and vines. It was starting to get dark again. We groaned as we treaded on.
"We can't possibly spend another night in here.. But this feels never ending." Mikey sighed. I nodded, "Shit. I feel like we are going nowhere." I said. Dylan looked really tired, and sore. I sighed, "Dylan, you alright?" I asked. She nodded, "I'm fine." I stopped, "Get on my back, you're sore." I said. She hopped on, and we continued.
Suddenly, we heard growling. "Shit." I whispered, carefully setting me down and pulling out my gun. Mikey pulled out the knife as we stood beside each other. "Who's there?" I called out, stern. "Come on out. I'm done messing around."
We waited a few moments. Nothing. "Weird.." I said. "Let's keep moving forward I guess." Mikey said. I nodded, "Onward and Upward."
We continued on the path, soon hearing dogs and people talking, and yelling. We all gasped, "H-hello?" I yelled. "Who's there?" A voice called back. "H-help us, please!" Mikey called as we hurried towards the source of the voices.
Soon enough, our overdue prayers were answered. There, we saw K9's and a whole search party. "No fucking way.." I said, almost in disbelief. We all cheered.
"Are you guys part of Mr. Morris' class?" One man asked. "Yes, yes!" I cried. "Holy shit, let's get you guys out of here." Another man said as people came to aid us and help us out of the forest.
Finally. We were actually, finally, being rescued. We survived the forest.
