Eaten, bitten and chased
It all began a month ago I was lucky to survive. This is my story on how I escaped death...
I was slowly creeping through the clammy jungle, when I heard a noise coming from the bushes. I reached into my bag and got out my life jacket, a piece of rope and my extra bag. I stood there and waited. Suddenly, a viper jumped out and tried to paralyse me with its numbing venom.
As it jumped towards me I inflated my life jacket and the viper sank its fangs deep into the rubber. I threw my extra bag over it and tied it with a rope. I was safe, or so I thought.
Spotted and elegant, I saw it in the distance the proud cheetah was hunting its prey, ME! Quickly I reached into my bag and pulled out my meat. I threw it to the cheetah as it pounced towards me. As it sank its teeth into the succulent meat I crept towards the river where I knew I would be safe if I just got to my boat.
I crept on, being careful not to make a sound, lowered my bag. Then started to paddle away.
Something was in the water with me. The boat rocked back and forth. I was terrified. Floating in the middle of the river, no where to go. A crocodile 15ft long leaped out and snapped at me. I t missed the first time but then it caught my foot. I screamed as I felt the blood pouring from my leg. My foot was gone. The bushes started rustling again, I thought the cheetah was back.
A spear flew towards me, just missing my head. The crocodile swam away quickly, as it could sense danger.
These villagers had saved my life. I was rushed to the nearest hospital as I was still bleeding, but luckily, I was able to survive (with a peg leg).