I suddenly hear the tearing sound of thinning rope, the bridge under me groaning as it starts lowering. I instantly knew what was happening. This bridge was old and full of vines and other plants, and luckily I had thought of this happening. Before i crossed, I had tied a strong bit of wire to one of the bridges posts, making sure to pick to most stable one. One end was tied to the post and the other to the end of my backpack. But before i could turn around to reach the wire, the bridge collapsed beneath me. I grabbed onto the railing of the bridge (or what was left of the railing), and waiting until the bridge slammed to the side of the canyon. I then carefully spun myself around to reach the wire behind my backpack, and started climbing upwards. I was lucky to survive this precarious situation.
(Also you can shorten this paragraph lol)
