Recently in the story The Last Breath by Peter Stark, he explains the journey of two twenty year old boys named Jason and Zach in their travels across the world. They are currently in Sumatra, spending their nights camping out on secluded beaches and running into other explorers. One day they bump into a group of three cute girls and decide to hang out with them. Zach falls for a girl named Chloe and, like always, Jason is left in the dust. Zach takes Chloe out to a nice dinner up in the forest at a small cafe that has a small stream by it. Little does he know, he gets stung by a malaria infected mosquito but is too distracted by his date. Two days later, he is kept up at night unable to sleep because of restless chills followed by huge heat waves, finally breaking down and pouring sweat. This breakdown occurs every 48 hours and by the third day, he can’t take it any longer. Jason and Zach come to the conclusion that they need to pack up camp and head back to Singapore to the nearest decent hospital. They gather up their stuff and Zach is not only carrying all of his bags along with all of Zack's, but helping Zach walk the short trek to the ferry station. The Ferry ride alone takes twelve hours and the train ride takes another four hours. By the time they get to the hospital, Zach is completely unconscious. He gets taken to the ICU and is currently in a coma. A few long hours later, Jason is informed that Zach has died. The malaria has overrun 30% of his total red blood cells and could not recover. Every story Stark tells gets more and more exciting, I also only have one short story left in the book.