Then all of a sudden I hear a low groaning I suddenly get up and see that it's Sam, hes alive but not looking so good. "Hold on, we're almost at camp" I lie frantic. I rip of the bottom of my shirt into two peieces and tie it around my bleeding hand. Then I drag him by pit of his arms. His complextion is paler. I struggle to drag his dead weight through the forest for another hour or two untill I cant anymore. I fall to my knees fustrated. I put my head down with my hands to my head and let angry tears stream down my eyes, as my sobs become more agressive. Evening turns to late night and I have no engery to move but I drag him more. "Don't you dare die, Sam you hear me!" I shout firmly. I come to a stop as I'm out of breath and everywhere throbs in pain and I look at my hands and see I have bleed through the shirt."Somebody help me!" I scream loudly in terror. I fear we won't survive much longer. I hear howling in the distant and rustling in the bushes. I grab a heavy piece of wood and crawl in front of Sam to protect him as I look around nervously trying to remain calm as my heart beats harder and I almost forget to breathe.
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