Drake led his friends down the long dirt road. Ahead of them was a bridge that looked like something large had crashed into it, breaking it into pieces. He could see no way to get across the bridge. On each side of the ravine, there was a remnant of the bridge; there were only the first few planks to walk on. The center of the bridge was missing completely.
The bridge had been broken for a long time, and the old wood was already turning gray and brittle. Even stepping on the small portion of the bridge that was left could mean disaster; the wood would turn to dust from extra weight, causing an endless fall into the deep, dark depths of the ravine.
The ravine stretched as far as the eye could see. Even on the map, it extended off the parchment and out of sight. It appeared never-ending. Drake could see no possible way to cross the broken bridge.
