"Nigga we gon' be alright!" My homies and I sang along to the song that was emitting from the car. We were on our way to an adventure of a lifetime! Whoo! We all rode in Roderick's Bentley. Roderick was the richest kid amongst us. He almost sponsored all our trips and outings.
We usually went to hang out at bars, night clubs, and anywhere we could see some thick and hot ladies. This time was different, we were on our way to a resort. The resort was a tourist attraction site and it wasn't that popular. We were all dressed for the event.
It was about an hour journey but we made the most of it. We eventually arrived at our destination and we started touring. We went to the caves, saw the spring falls and other very interesting sights. We saved the best for the last. The bridge across the jungle. I was so excited to go on that bridge.
"Yo guys! I'd take the lead and y'all could come later!" I screamed out since the others were some feets apart from me.
"Fine man! We'd be right behind you," Alex replied.
Alex was the calm guy. Pete was the gig. Roderick was obviously the rich one and Jack, was himself, an added asset to the group, he had it all. Jack walked on the bridge while the other guys were still bargaining on who would go next. The vegetation below was amazing. The sight was ughh! Divine! I kept looking down without watching my steps. He got to the other end and waited for the other guys.
Pete went behind hind and Roderick followed. Alex was last to hop on the bridge and was the most unlucky. He loved taking pictures and as he was doing so, he missed a step and slipped. The ropes on the bridge cut and he was left hanging in the air.
"Help! Help me!" Alex screamed. You could feel the fright in his voice.
"I can't hold on any longer! Please help me!" He said amidst tears.
The other guys were looking for the tour guide but found no one. They were completely helpless.
"Argggggghhhh" Alex fell into the woods.
His friends hurried down and went straight to the woods. Roderick and Pete went in search of Alex while Jack went in search of the tour guide or anyone who could help.
Alex! Alex! Where are you bro! Hommie!
Nothing. They search and search and yet nothing. On the other hand, Jack found someone who was supposed to be the manager of the place.
"You shouldn't let tourists come here if you have poorly managed facilities. My friend has fallen into the woods thanks to your stupid wiiden bridge and your tourist employee! He's nowhere to be found"
"Calm down sir. What do you mean by lowly managed facilities and wooden bridges? We have no such facilities here and as cour tour guides, everyone was on leave. Today wasn't a work day sir".
"Now I'm delusional? I know what I saw and you're telling me something else!? Fine, come let me be your tour guide. Let me take you to the broken wooden bridge".
He dragged the manager towards the road he came from.
" It ..it was just right here" Jack said trying to recount his steps. "We stood here before going on the bridge. Where is it? Where!".
"Calm down sir, there is no such thing. If there is no bridge then your friend hasn't fallen from anywhere. Take it easy sir".
Jack ran towards the woods. Alex! Pete! Roderick! Guys! No response. Jack started sweating. His clothes were totally soaked. Anybody! Somebody!.
He jolted awake. It was all a dream. His pillow and bed sheet were soaked with sweat. Pheew! It was just a dream. It must have been a nightmare.