Overcoming the Fear of Death

Part 3 - Overcoming the Fear of Death [Part 1 & Part 2 in the comments below]

The morning light had slowly made its way into the dark corners of the room.

I could hear the wooden chairs creek, signs of my friends waking up.

A sense of hope had filled my body, my soul.

My duty as the fire starter neared its end.

I said to my friends, “I’m going to ask around of possible ways we could get back.”

I spoke with one person after another.

None of the responses were what I wanted to hear.

Some had said we would be stuck there for a few days.

Others had said we would be stuck there for a week.

I refused to accept what I heard as my reality, and chose then and there to get out at all costs.

After a brief get together with my friends, we were all in agreement.

Finding a way to leave was the best option.

After a brief walk and a short hitchhike, we had entered what I called, “Phase 1.”

Thousands of small rocks covered the road.

Those, the handful making journey back into the city, walked in front of one another, pushing rocks out of the way, creating a path for others to pass through.

“This is not as bad as I thought it would be,” one of my friends had said.

Then, we entered, “Phase 1.”

Multiple blocks of knees deep mud, while holding onto a cable to the side of the road in case you got sucked into the mud.

The fear of dying had creeped in again.

I was uncertain of every step I took.

I hoped that if anything were to happen, the person behind or in front of me would get there in time.

The circumstances truly felt out of my control.

As I neared the end of the mud road, I felt a sign of relief.

But, the uncertainty remained, as I didn’t know what was to come or how much further we had until we got back.

I was devastated, walking by what used to be houses, now were flattened pieces on wood covering the ground.

Tricycle covered by rocks.

I thought to myself, “Did the person riding that survived?”

Then, there came, “Phase 3.”

2-3 stories of dirt, covering what appeared to be houses underneath it.

Planks were laid out in front of us to form a path.

We would wait for the other to cross the wooden plank completely before proceeding onto the next.

For me, this phase was the scariest of all.

I didn’t know how far down I would fall if I were to slip off of the wooden plank.

I didn’t know who would be able to help if this were to happen.

Luckily, I didn’t have to experience those things as anything other than thoughts.

As we made our way passed the final stage, police force met us with open arms.

They offered us a ride to the city.

“I hope our friends are alive," I said.

As we made our way back to the hostel, I couldn’t be more eager to ring the doorbell and see who was on the other side.

We all started the hike as strangers and this adversity made us into something more.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

“You’re safe,” were the first words of the landlord as he had opened the door.

I heard the sound of one of our friends rush down the stairs to meet us.

We hugged.

We were so happy to see each other.

Our presence answered the ongoing question all of us had this whole time, “Are they alive?”

Now, that all were safe, it was time to hear from all of us what we had experienced.

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