so there i was, now with only 3 days left till my sons birthday.
still going in the same way i was, i felt something keeping up my leg.
so i stopped got out of my car and looked down, i saw a rather large snake, the snake looked angry, and im sure that the blood coming off of it was from me being bitten.
so now here i am mostly dieing as far as i know, and i cant help but wonder, why i hadn't taken the snake off my leg yet.
myself, still looking down upon the snake and wondering why i was bitten in the first place. now then, i asked the snake " why have u taken a bite out of me" knowing fully the snake could not speak, but at this point i was feeling rather odd and im going to say it was his venom that was doing this.
so i kick the snake off stomp on it a few times get back in my car and i kept driving.
i was able to make it another 40 miles before my car ran out of gas and before i was completely numb.
so my story came to an end.
no more then 300 miles from my son.
*sighs* i never did see him grow up, that snake bite killed me, and from what i was told, the man who came along to and found me then took my stuff and towed my car and left my dead body out somewhere around 10 miles from the closest gas station.