The Curse of Death
Five years ago, I joined a wilderness adventure club. It was there that I first met Evan.
On one of the trips, as a result of my lackluster stamina, I ended up trailing behind the group. Evan had been gentlemanly enough to hang back and keep pace behind me. However, we ended up missing the trail marks left by the group leader and getting lost in the forest.
Unused to the terrain, I slipped and fell into a deep pit.
When I regained consciousness, I was lying on the ground with a bag as a pillow. As I tried to move, I felt an excruciating pain coming from my calf.