Survival Story
On the foggy afternoon when Bill stops to see that there is clearing from the mountain top to a jungle village, he is determined to do anything to get out of this wet dangerous jungle. As he looks down he sees a  ninety degree drop that is about three hundred feet tall. But that isn't all that has been following him stealthily through the forest to the edge of this cliff. Turning around a chill covers his body. Bill is sweating tremendously not knowing what to do with a dull machete and a broken lighter.
Just nine hours earlier Bill was going out on a hunt for the special fish that lived in a particular stream in the middle of the jungle. He gathered extra supplies with him in case he was gone for more than two days. He packed rope, fishing line with his fishing gear, emergency flares extra food and water and campfire supplies.
The moment Bill packed his supplies he head out to the tropical rain forest journey that was ahead of him. The trail was rough and his feet were aching. He needed a rest, anywhere to put and rest his exhausted feet to tomorrow’s hunt. As he took off his socks he noticed that his feet and legs where all cut and were bleeding. traveling through the dense undergrowth wasn't easy.
As he saw that he can’t go on and needs to rest he was looking to find a place where he can set up camp. There was only one problem, the place where he had camped the other years was across a flooded river that had a very thin wire bridge going across.
As he prepared to go across the fast flowing river he got his feet into position and slowly started walking. With ease he was coming to the end of the bridge, but as he put his foot down a wave of cold fast flowing water swept him off his feet and he flew right into an eddy, where the current wasn’t as strong but still strong enough. He struggled to get out of the icecold, feet breaking water, but the water was taking his downstream. Bill saw that there was no use to swim, the current was too strong, but looking ahead he saw a root from a tree sticking out. Grabbing the root he managed to pull himself out of the freezing cold water. 
When he managed to pull himself to shore he noticed that all that was left of his pack was his machete and his lighter, but that two things that were left, were battered by the rocks that he hit when he flew into the river.
As soon as Bill got out of that freezing river he remembered the fact that many people get lost and end up with hypothermia in the humid jungle because they could easily get wet or dehydrated. He quickly gathered up some fairly dry twigs and moss to start a fire. He took another longer bent stick and his shoe lace to rub two sticks together to make a spark. And making a spark isn't all that easy, before you get a spark your hands usually hurt but Bill didn't give up, no, because if hypothermia set in then he would never come home with precious fish to his family that they so ever hungered for. As he was beginning to think to give up he got a spark and lit the fire. He quickly dried his clothes and continued his journey.
Just the second as Bill arrived he set out to look for a strong stick that he could sharpen with his poor machete. It took him forever to sharpen the stick, but as soon as he did he set out to fish. The first few fish were for dinner, because all the food that he had, all got dumped into the river. He started the fire using the same technique, and spiced the fish with some special herbs that he found that are edible. As he ate the fish he went back to fishing to catch some for the winter for his family that was coming up.
Bill caught the amount of fish he was shooting for and didn't lose any time to get going on the way back journey. He started to head back, but not on the same trail, he went on another trail that led around the mountain, he was pretty sure that he took the right trail but he didn’t know where he would end up, because he couldn’t remember if this was the right trail that took him last year that he came up to hunt fish. But he followed his gut and was confident.
While Bill is traveling through the dense jungle he has no problems on the way because of the path that was already made years ago because of the other hunters. As he stumbles upon a clearing in the mountain top, he see the civilization below, a some three hundred feet below at ninety degrees. It is very dangerous to make it down without a rope so he had to find another way to get down the mountain. 
As he turns around to see if there is a trail that can go around this cliff, he cannot believe what he sees in front of him. A gigantic grizzly bear with saliva covered fangs looking
down at his next meal. His cold foggy breath breathing down on Bill’s face. Red eyes piercing Bill’s gaze. He wonders if this old dull machete can take a pierce at this bear. As he takes one last breath, Bill plunges at the bear with machete in hand and the reddest blood oozing out of the bears neck. For a second the bear had no reaction to the fact that Bill stuck a machete in his heart, but as Bill pierced deeper through the skin, meat and tissue he stabbed and killed the bear piercing it through the heart.The bear is on the ground shaking as he dies without his last meal. Bill sees the little mark in the tree where the natives must have made the trail from here to their civilization. 
In the end, Bill descends on the trail and one of the Natives volunteered to show him to the next  village where from there he knew how to get home. He took the path he always took to go hunting and entered the little house with enough food to sustain the winter and feed his wife and three children.