With the snakes closing in around them, Natalie's mind raced with urgency as she assessed their dire situation. Sophie's eyes mirrored her own fear, but they both knew they had to act fast.
Gathering whatever makeshift weapons they could find, rocks, sticks, anything that might serve as a distraction, Natalie and Sophie prepared to execute their plan. With a shared understanding born of desperation, they communicated their intentions to each other, their movements swift and purposeful.
Natalie: Well, we could try to create a distraction, maybe throw something to divert their attention while we make a run for it.
Sophie: Not a bad idea, but what do we have to throw? We didn't exactly pack for a snake encounter.
Natalie: True. But maybe we can find something nearby, like rocks or branches. Anything to buy us some time.
