I woke up on a mountain. I don't know how I got there, but I knew I was in trouble. I was alone, with no food, no water, and no shelter. I had to survive until someone found me.
The first thing I did was to look around and try to figure out where I was. I saw that I was on a steep slope, with trees and rocks around me. I could see snow in the distance, but it was too far away for me to reach. I knew that I had to find shelter and warmth, so I started walking down the slope.
As I walked, I started to feel the cold. My hands and feet were numb, and my teeth were chattering. I knew that I had to find a way to keep warm. I looked around and saw a small cave in the distance. I ran towards it and found that it was big enough for me to crawl into. I crawled inside and huddled up, trying to keep warm.
The cave was dark, and I could hear the wind howling outside. I knew that I had to find a way to light a fire. I searched around and found some dry wood and leaves. I gathered them together and struck a match. The fire started to grow, and I felt the warmth on my face. I knew that I had to keep the fire going, so I gathered more wood and fed it to the flames.
As the night went on, I started to feel hungry. I knew that I had to find food, but I didn't know where to look. I decided to explore the area around the cave. I walked around and saw some bushes in the distance. I walked towards them and saw that there were berries growing on them. I picked some and ate them. They tasted bitter, but they filled my stomach.
Days turned into weeks, and I was still alone on the mountain. I had to find a way to signal for help. I looked around and saw some rocks on a nearby hill. I stacked them together and made a large "SOS" sign. I hoped that someone would see it and come to my rescue.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard the sound of a helicopter in the distance. I ran towards the sound and saw a helicopter flying towards me. I stood there, waving my arms, hoping that they would see me. The helicopter landed, and a group of rescue workers came out. They ran towards me and asked me if I was okay. I told them that I was cold, hungry, and tired, but I was alive.
They gave me some food and water, and they wrapped me in a warm blanket. They told me that I was lucky to be alive, and I knew they were right. I was grateful to be rescued, and I knew that I would never forget my experience on the mountain.
In conclusion, being alone on a mountain was a terrifying experience. I had to face the elements, hunger, and thirst. But I was able to survive by finding shelter, warmth, food, and signaling for help. And in the end, I was rescued and given a second chance at life.