[ CW ] Base your story around and enter the quote `` Besides , I was sick of burying my friends '' in your story .

It had been twenty days since the crash. Our bus had careened off the road and landed on the edge of a harsh jungle. A steep cliff face prevented us from getting back up to the road. It was a miracle that we all survived the fall, well at least I thought so at first. With each passing day I thought that it would have been better if we all had died on impact. Our food and supplies ran out two weeks before and we were clinging to life with the plants and nuts we could find, but even those were scarce at that point. Eighteen of us had already perished; and the rest of us were n't long for this world. I watched as the two others drifted off, closing their eyes for the last time. They had finally found peace. I was n't as lucky. I worked with the remaining energy I had to fashion a rope out of some vines. I decided to go out on my own accord, give myself some sort of power when everything else had been taken from me. And besides, I was sick of burying my friends.
