My eyes fluttered open as consciousness returned. I looked around. The jeep was lying on its side, the window's were cracked, and I could see the engine smoking through the front. Next to me, a body slumped on my shoulder.

How could this have happened? Why did this have to happen to me? Those two questions circled around my head, but I couldn't find an answer for either. It had all started simple. I had just graduated from high school with flying colours, and I'd decided to reward myself with a long summer holiday in Africa. I was only a few days into my trip, when I decided to take a safari tour across the savannah. Everything was going well, until the driver decide to go off road. He said he was cutting for time. The next thing we knew, the jeep was out of control, and then... I was where I was now.

I unfastened my seatbelt, and crawled up towards the jeep's door. Opening it, I crawled through, into the world outside. I slumped out of vehicle and landed onto the scorching hot ground. After a few seconds, I got up, and staggered away from the wreckage.

I was weak. My body hurt all over. I had no idea which direction I was going. It wasn't long before I realised that I was completely lost. I didn't know where I was, or which way to go. By now, I was probably far off from the track. In the distance, I could see a formation of rocks, that seemed to be reaching up to try and touch the sky.

I'm gonna die out here, I muttered to myself, I'm gonna die out here.

I just plodded on, repeating that sentence to myself over and over. Eventually, I couldn't keep moving, collapsing to the ground and losing consciousness. I was certain that I was going to die then and there, But I was wrong.

My name is Daniel Harris, and what seemed like the end for me turned out to be the beginning of something big.