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The Story:
The trail wound through a diverse landscape, ducking in and out of forests and open spaces. It was the perfect place for him to ride his bike for miles and be completely undisturbed by humanity.
Humans. He hated them. “I hate people,” he’d always say to anyone who crossed his path.
Life had carried him to a place that few go. If it was a relationship that could go wrong, he had it and lost it. He had decided years ago that people were worthless, heartless creatures deserving of nothing. And he wanted nothing to do with them.
Hours had passed since he started the trail. He wasn’t even sure where he was, but he was sure that he was far from his vehicle because he loved going as fast as he could pedal.
When he reached a downhill, he went even faster. Rocks whipped past him in a blur. Trees blended into a wall of trunks.
The downhill had a felled tree with boards nailed to its side for a jump, so he took it. Just as he reached the end for the jump, his front wheel slipped off the side. He tumbled over the front of his bike and through the air, smacking the ground with a crack and rolling to the bottom of the hill.
He laid there a few moments, dazed. When he tried to move, an unbearable pain flowed through his leg. He looked down and knew from its bent shape it was broken.
So far from his car, he couldn’t crawl, and he had no means of calling for help, not that he wanted help from people. He reached for the trees, but they would not reach back. Like always, he was alone.
When it was nearly sunset, he heard the distant crunch of tires in the dirt. It was another biker who stopped at his side. The man threw his helmet to the side and knelt down beside him.
“You need help. Hang on,” he said as he pulled out a satellite phone.
He said nothing until his rescuer offered him water.
“No, I’m fine.”
“You need water, man.”
“I said I’m fine! Just go!”
“No, I’m not leaving you.”
“Trust me, I’m not worth saving.”
“Sure you are!”
“You don’t even know me.”
“You’re a person, right? That’s all the info I need to determine your worth.”
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