Gregory vs Yeti

With every day comes a new journey, a new problem, you don’t think it will happen to you, but it will. When you’re left to defend for yourself out in the freezing cold with nothing but a ripped backpack and nothing inside but an empty drink bottle that dripped on your only dry blanket and some food you saved in case something like this happens, you start to panic. For my 21^st birthday I wanted to climb the highest frost mountain in Canada to show that I can make it in the world without others help, boy was I wrong.

My names Gregory, Greg for short, and I’ve been out here for the past ten days, and I’ve already cut my hands open which I wrapped one of the two blankets around to stop the bleeding. If I’m lucky I’ll come to a lake that hasn’t been completely frozen over with ice for me to re-fill my drink bottle which I just found out had a leak in it. The only food I have left is a peanut butter and honey sandwich that I forgot my mum put in there until this morning. Sometimes I can hear something following close behind me. I feel like somethings following me and with every passing second, it’s getting closer. I remember my friends and family joking about yeti and to ‘not get eaten by one.’ that’s never going to happen in a million years and I’m totally safe out here, am I?

 The path is starting to get thinner, and I don’t really know where I am. I think I took the wrong turn on the third day; I have this map by my path is nowhere to be seen on it. The air is starting to thin out and every night the mist grows thicker.  Every night I try to find shelter at least under a massive tree or a miny cave by the pathway. I don’t know what kind of animals are out here, but my body isn’t going to be found dead cause some animal killed me. When I die, I’m going to die from old age completely successful with a wife, kids maybe, and more money than Elon musk, that’s the dream. I soon settled camp down under this tree just 1 meter away from the path. It didn’t cover up much, but it was good for now. I watched as the sun went down behind the mountains as the trees swayed in the breeze saying good night. Stars started to appear one by one in the night sky as I got chillier with every whistle of the wind on my face. I unwrapped the blanket that I had ripped and placed around my hands, the wound looked infected, but that wasn’t going to stop me from making it to the top, I can’t go back there without an accomplishment, It’s too pathetic.

I heard something behind me and got straight up, backing myself towards the tree I was sleeping under. There was this growl coming from the path and I could see these two red glowing facing towards me. I felt as the shivers went up from the back of my legs all the way up my body until finally making it to my neck. The body was hard to outline but it seemed taller than the average human, whatever it was. It started to come closer, the growl grew louder, and its body seemed to grow with every step. I backed myself up further towards the tree breathing heavier as I look back up at the stars. I look back down to see do the monster face to face with me, well, I had to look up a lot. I tried to find anything I could use as a weapon; I looked in my pockets, and nothing. I started to feel around the tree behind my back and I found a piece of bark sticking out, I grabbed it and pulled. After that it all went blank. I raised the piece of bark above my head and stabbed it into the monster, I was surprised when it went through whatever part I stabbed. I bent down grabbing my bag and sprinting for my life hoping to get away before it would come back for me.

I stopped and riffled around my bag trying to use something to defend myself with. I grabbed something round and cold when I realized it was a torch. I pressed the button into the metal bottom and shone it towards the monster, it was definitely taller than me. All I saw was this thing covered in orange hair, it was like looking at a giant orangutang. I could see as it struggled and growled as it tried to get the piece of wood out what seemed to be his left arm just below the elbow. I couldn’t stay here and watched as this monster come back at me for revenge. That monster deserved it, it was about to attack me and I’d rather it get hurt than me.

 I couldn’t get too caught up in all this madness, I needed to keep going and get as far away from this monster as I could, maybe I’ll make it to the top of the mountain with all this scared energy. With every step the energy is being drained out of me. It’s been probably 30 minutes since I last saw that monster and I haven’t heard anything since. Its growl still echoes in my ears, with every chirp of a cricket I flinch and with every bird’s eye I see I freeze. I don’t know what that monsters plan was, but if its plan to torture me mentally as I slowly descend into madness with every twitch I see, it was working. As I continued to walk something fell upon my nose, it was cold, it started to turn to water as it melts on my warm yet cold skin. I look up to the sky seeing white dots of snow now starting to rain down all around me.

The wind blows harder the higher up I go. I can just see the sun starting to rise through the thick cloud of mist causing my eyes to water. I came across this rocky side of the mountain, the path cuts off and a new one is now in front of me as it just hangs off the side of the cliff. Parts of the path is missing as I jump over gaps and trip over rocks. I realized as I turn the corner that I’m almost at the top of the mountain, all these days of such pain and suffering all to prove myself to my family I can make it on my own, and it's going to be worth it. I can see this tree standing at the very top just sitting on the edge of the cliff, as though waiting for its day to come when it can finally fall. I ran to the top with anticipation finally tasting that sweet taste of victory.

 I swing my backpack off my back and around my shoulder throwing it to the ground and leaving it to slide to close towards the edge. As I about to approach the tree I finally hear that one growl that makes my skin crawl. I turn to see the yeti facing towards me as it stands full stretched and its chest constantly moving up and down. I assume that its angry and wanting revenge for what I did to it. I started to walk closer, I take a step back. It takes two more steps forward as I back away one step at a time. It starts up in a run and I try and find a way out, the only way to escape is to hide behind the tree which my body could just fit behind. I watch from behind the tree as the monster gets closer and closer, my heart starts racing as I start to sweat all over. I step back just slipping of the edge when I was just able to grab onto the tree. I look down to see the pathway from which I walked up, its all so far down, I can just see through the mist as the ground keeps moving further and further away.

 I look back up and the monster and I now stare face to face as his eyes are filled with rage. I see a twinkle in its eyes and my hands loose grip of the tree as well as reality. Everything is falling in slow motion as I wave my hands around in the air hoping to grab onto anything in reach. My feet slip off the ground as the cliff comes into the same height as my face. I finally grab a branch that stuck out from the side just out enough for me to grab a hold of. I watch as the monster stands above as it watches me struggle with the branch. I yelled out ‘help!’ hoping that it can understand me and have a soul or heart of some kind. It growls back at me bigger than any growl I’ve ever heard it do. My life flashes across my eyes as my life is hanging on a branch now slipping out of the cliff. I hear the word hey being screamed at me, I looked up hoping to see another human, hopefully the monster might have been killed and the person was her to save me. But I was wrong, the yeti was still there, my mind started to confuse myself as I started to think was the word hey in my head or did that yeti speak to me. It started to speak again ‘we’re just too different. When I tried to help you, I got hurt in return, why should I risk my life to save you, maybe we aren’t that different.’ I lost my grip and as I start to fall to my death, I remember the words of my loved ones telling me that they love me, that they can’t wait for me to get home. Maybe It was just me, but I had nothing to prove to anyone, I think I was just trying to impress myself. I feel as the tress below me scratch against my face as I wince and scream, I don’t know when I’ll hit the ground, but let’s hope it doesn’t hurt too much. I guess the rest of the story is up to you.