The impact hit us hard. I'm glad that Sanders wasn't all that heavy. Otherwise the impact would've been much harder. I myself weigh uhh. Let's just go with a little over the average full sized male. I'm 5"11" and very strong. Well he fell on top of me. Since I'm the heaviest well I fell first. The impact broke my right leg. He got up first and picked me up. I started limping badly. Our guns and other things were scattered amongst the jungle. We picked up and used what we could and started waking towards the others. We got back together. We each traded equipment. Well I was kind of useless. With a broken leg you can't do much. At least my hands were working so I had a semi automatic rifle. Well we found each other again and as a group we started heading towards the safe borderlines. Right before we crossed we got ambushed. Jackson had already died. Blood wound from falling onto a tree on his way down. So it was just the four of us left. Until Santos got shot after a rampage killing spree. He killed over 150 men. The borderline was clear so we snuck over to it carefully. Thompson who had done his best to treat my leg tripped over a trap net and before we could cut him down someone saw and shot him. Already my mind was driven mad with death. I had seen so much. I wish I hadn't. Well we were about 40 yards to the borderline. We decided to make a run well for me limp for it. Someone threw a grenade at us. There wasn't enough time to throw it back. Sanders yelled "Moretti go!" I knew there wasn't any time. I couldn't save him. I ran. Even with my limp I was fast. Being tall has its perks. I could take bigger steps. The grenade went off. I didn't look back. Just kept running.