The sky continued to brighten, the sounds of insects and birds echoing throughout the open valley, as if apart from Flossie Wright herself, there was no sign of humans in this entire expanse of heaven and earth.
Neal Thompson was completely lost.
She was beginning to regret her decision to leave their group. After all, when compared to life, nothing else matters. Resentment and grievances could always be redressed when an opportunity presents itself.
As a cook, she wasn't professed in many survival skills; the best she could do was practice the little she learned as a new recruit. Over the years, despite her diligent efforts, her focus on stamina and marksmanship still left her ill-prepared for survival in the wilderness. She had never participated in any outdoor training and had no idea how to navigate this treacherous jungle or gain the energy that was needed for such an endeavor.
More importantly, she had forgotten to bring her signal flares when she fled.
