I aimed for the woods, thinking, hoping I could grab hold of a tree branch or something to stop the fall, or at least have the ropes tangled up in the tree tops. Minutes later, leaves started hitting my face and branches scraped my body, leaving small scratches and purplish coloured bruises, but luckily, no major wounds. Finally, the fall stopped, with me hanging about twelve feet (3.5 Metres) in the air, the ropes and chute are tangled up inside the branches. I sighed with relief and silently cursed the guy who packed my Parachute Backpack. Seeing I've been staying away from the ground for quite a while, I...
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