Survivor 2

Day 1

Day 1

Scene 1

The majority of the group awoke to find Paul not anywhere to be seen.  They were all quite uncomfortable after their sleep on the ground, and so Paul’s disappearance was noted a major issue.

Ryan:      Where do you think he went?

Ross:      Who knows.

Sam:        Who cares!

She had a smile on her face!

Irina (Looking shocked):                Did anyone take a watch after him?

No one answered, and so it was obvious.  Some large animal had eaten him.

At the food crate, Vicky was trying to find something to eat.

Vicky:     Lets have these eggs for breakfast!  They might go off if we don’t.

Diana (Yawning):                I’ll give you a hand.

Tom proceeded to try and stir up the embers into a usable fire.  Eventually there were yellow flames darting over the glowing wood.  Little did the others know, he just had to breathe on the fire and it flared up!  Why would that be?

Tom:       See!  I am good for something!

Diana:     Yeah we know, you slu…

She was cut off by a very high-pitched screech

Lillian:                Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!!!  (High pitched screech!)

Diana:     What the…?

Ross:      What’s wrong with her?

Ryan:      I think she’s dying!

Sam:                Somebody do something!

Of course the first to the scene was Ryan.  He cradled the weak Lillian in his arms.

Ryan:      What’s wrong, Lillian?

She just looked up at him and yelled again.

Irina came forward realising what was wrong.

Irina (To the group):   She is suffering from revision denial!  I’ve had it before, it’s very serious!  She hasn’t used her brain enough. 

(To Lillian):                What is the square root of 85846335764585865745364848575 to three decimal places?

Lillian suddenly stopped screaming and thought.

Lillian:                    2.92995453…2.930 times ten to the power of fourteen!

All round astonishment!

After five minutes of shock, no one was moving until a foul smell overtook the whole group.

Lillian:    Thank you, guys…what the hell is that smell?

Sam:        Erck!

Ryan:      I think I’m going to throw up!  Again…

All eyes turned to the fire.  There was a figure, dark in the shadows, squatting next to it.  He was holding a pan over the flames.  The figure turned, the shadows from the trees moving over his face.  Suddenly they realised, it was…

Vicky:     Paul!  What is that smell?

Paul:       It’s my soup!

Ross:      ?

Debbie and Jessie (Together):                Where did you get it from?

Paul:       I made it.

The twins once again collapsed in a fit of giggles.

Irina:       I don’t even want to know what’s in it!

Scene 2

After a highly nutritious Breakfast of eggs and left over possum the group of twelve lay in the pleasant early morning sun.  The weird smell had almost dissipated and Lillian was once again acting reasonably normally.  After all it was her first time away from her family!

Irina:       Once again, lets start to build a camp!  Did anyone actually see anything last night?

Tom:       Last night?

Paul:       Yeah, we went out to look for water and a campsite.  You don’t remember?

Tom:       ?

Vicky:     What’s that over there?

Diana:     It looks like a dust storm!

Lillian:    We’re all going to die, right?

Ryan:      No!  It’s a ute!

Anthony:                Cretins!

Odd glances at Anthony.

Jessie:    Oh!  It’s one of those truck things!

Debbie:  I didn’t know that how did…

Jessie:    …I!  I don’t know!

Worried faces on the two South African clones.

Ross:      Oh damn!  It’s a Ford!  Who cares.

Debbie:  Who do you think it is?

Jessie:    I think it could be the host guy!

Paul:       I researched possible hosts on the net!  They are all American men.

Sam:        I bet he’s cute!

Irina:       I hope so!

Ross:      Inbred Hillbilly Bob Texan Rednecks I bet!

Diana:     I hope he’s cute!

Vicky:     Don’t be silly!  We’re here for a reason, not to find guys!  (Aside to Diana)  I bet he’s gorgeous!

The blue ute pulled up.  The door opened and out stepped a tall, athletic looking man.  Typical American, wearing a tourist-like hat with corks hanging off it.  Girls eyes widened, mouths opened and they all seemed speechless.

Irina:                H…H…Hi…Hi!  Who are YOU!

Sam:        !

Diana collapsed.  Tom was suspiciously ready to catch her.

Ross:      Piss off!

Host (In thick southern accent):                Hi Guys!  How ya’awl doin?  I’m Tom Quinn!  I’m your host!

Paul (coughing):                cough!  cough! In-cough-bred!

Quinn (To Deb and Jess):                How you two doin?

Giggles!  Death stares from the other girls.

Vicky (Throwing herself around Quinn):   I want to welcome you especially to our adventure!

Sam (Following her):        Me too!

Irina (Doing the same):     Don’t forget me!

Diana awoke.  After punching Tom, she dived for Quinn.  The twins would not be outdone and so did the same.

Lillian quietly went up to him and just stared open mouthed.

Anthony (Shaking hands):                Welcome, Tom Quinn!  I’m Anthony!

Quinn (Ignoring the girls, beside where he placed his hands!):                Hi guys!  You’re Anthony, that makes you Tom.

Tom:       How’d you know that?

Quinn:    Ya look like a slut!  You with the soup must be Paul.  That leaves Ross and Ryan.  Which ones which?  (Without waiting for an answer)  So girls, how did you find the night?

Ryan just glared.  Ross mimed cutting his throat with the big knife.

After removing the girls, Quinn settled down to explain what was going on.

Quinn:    You guys are going to be split up into two groups.  Six in each group.  Once you get sorted I’ll get you guys taken to your areas.  Each “tribe” has an area in which to live and hunt etcetera.  Today is really day one, and in two days, the third day of tribe livin, you guys will get a test.  The losing tribe has someone kicked off.

Sam (In ecstasy):                Yes!!!

Quinn:    I’ll give you guys some more stuff and get you into tribes in a minute.  First, are there any questions?

Vicky:     Will you join a tribe?

Quinn:    No I’m the host!

Vicky (Sadly):                Oh.

Diana:     Do I have to be with Paul!

Quinn:    Maybe, I’ve got the list here.

Ross:      Read the list, gitt!

After taking out a piece of paper he read.

Quinn:    Tribe Chiefs are Vicky and Irina.  Firstly, Vicky’s team is as follows:  Jessica, Diana, Tom, Samantha,…

Sam:        Call me Sam.  (Battering her eyelids)

Quinn:    …Sam, and Anthony.  Irina gets the rest.

Ryan looked up and his eyes met Lillian’s, they were together!

Quinn:    The two tribes are Irina, the Goannas, are green….

Sam:        Suits Ryan, reptilian!

Quinn:  …Vicky, your team is the Brown Wombats….

Ryan:      Suits Sam!  Fat and hairy!

Quinn:  …Now get on a ute each, Green on that one, Brown on the other.

Scene 3

At Irina’s camp site.

Irina:       Let’s make huts around a central fire.

Ross:      I’m going to kill that Inbred!

Ryan:      Why, coz Sam likes him!  Ha ha!

Ross:      Shut up!

Debbie:  I’m worried about Jess!  I miss her!

Lillian:    Ryan could you give me a hand with this crate?  I can’t reach.

Paul:       Put your shoes back on!

Lillian:    Shut up, Ro…Paul!

At the Wombat Tribe.

Anthony:                I like that man!  I think he will be good for the show.

Sam:        Uh huh!

Tom:       Diana, you smell nice!

Diana:     Thank you!

Tom:       Can I have some of that perfume?

Diana:     ?

Jess:       He just wants to drink it!  I miss Debbie!

Diana then proceeded to beat Tom with a big stick, not unlike French sticks!

Scene 4

Later that afternoon at Vicky’s camp.  Rough shelters have been made for the night.  Their crates have been searched, and everyone was feeling hungry.

Anthony:                What are we having for dinner.  Wait a sec, we didn’t have lunch. 

Sam:        It is only two o’clock!  We still have time.

Vicky:     I nominate fruit.  We have quite a bit.  I think the best idea is for us to eat all the stuff that will go off first.

Jess:       Sounds good.

Tom:       Can I have some grapes?

Diana:     No!  (To the others)I’ll get the food.

They all sat down and ate.  Jessie missed Debbie.

At Irina’s camp, everyone had eaten and they were now constructing shelters.

Irina:       I’ve finished!

Everyone looked to see a perfect example of neoclassic green palm hut.

Ross:      I’m nearly done.  Ryan, what are you doing?  You’ve barely done anything!

Ryan:      I’m helping Lillian with hers.

Lillian was asleep in the grass.

Paul:       Who’s going on guard tonight?  Not me!

Deb:        I’ll do it.

Without knowing it, at that same time, Jessie also volunteered for guard duty.

Irina:       Paul, could you help me get some dry wood for the fire?

Paul:       OK.

Debbie:  What are we going to eat later on?  Don’t we need more food?

Ross:      I’ll go.  I might not be back till after dark, so don’t worry.

Ryan:      I’ll go when I finish this shelter.

Lillian:    Can I come, too?

Ryan:      Sure.

Ross took off his boots and jogged off into the thick scrub.  The time was 3:00pm.

Tom had been walking for about an hour now.

Tom:       It must be nearly four o’clock!  I better find some sweet fruit soon!

Presently, he left the scrub and found himself in a desert-like patch of clearing.  He could see a figure bending over an anthill.

Tom:       Ross, what are you doing?

Ross:      Eating ants, why?

Tom:       ?

Ross:      They’re sugar ants!  They store sugar in their bodies for the other ants.  They sacrifice their lives for the collective.  Want some?

Tom:       Cool!  I think I will try one!

After a couple of ants, Tom explained his dilemma.

Tom:       I have this yeast, OK, and I need some fruit.  If they find it at my camp I’m dead.

Ross:      OK.  I’ll take it.  By the way, these sugar ants might come in handy for brewing!

Tom:       Cheers!

Under a small shrub somewhere in the bush, laughter could be heard.  A lone figure was inhaling a strong smelling smoke from a pipe.

Vicky:     Has anyone seen Tom or Diana?

Snickering from Jessie and Anthony.

Sam:        Diana left to look for food about half an hour ago.  I don’t know where Tom is.

Anthony                Undoubtedly, it’s just to drink!

Jessie:    But we checked him!  He didn’t have anything on him!

Vicky:     We’ll check him when he gets back.

It was dusk.  The last beams of sunlight covered the land with a pink glow.  Two figures met and embraced in a small clearing.

Ryan:      Oh Lillian!

Lillian:    Oh Ryan!

Scene 5

Diana entered the circle of people huddling around their fire.  She was carrying a large, very dead wallaby.

Vicky:     Finally some food!

Sam:        How did you catch it?

Jessie:    Just hurry up and cook it!

Tom:       Are there many of these things around?

Everyone turned to Tom as Diana dropped the carcass.  They were determined to find any trace of alcohol!

Tom:       No!  What are you doing?  Aaaaaaargh!

Irina, Debbie and Paul were singing a chorus of campfire songs when Ross returned.  Lillian was watching the fire burn, and Ryan was starting on his hut again.

Ross:      I caught a wallaby.  I was just picking it up when I saw Diana run top speed into a group of them and fly-tackle one around the neck!  The poor thing didn’t have a chance!  Did anyone see any coffee at the original camp?

Paul:       No, but I think she might have some cigarettes on her.  She smelt a bit like tobacco.

Debbie:  She doesn’t do that when she has nicotine.  It has to be coffee!

Tom:       That hurt!

Diana:     We had to find out whether you had any booze on you!

Tom:       You didn’t have to stab me with that stick!

Diana:     giggle

Vicky:     Well he’s clean!

Paul:       I like wallaby!  It tastes good!

Debbie (After finishing her piece of meat):                This wasn’t a baby, was it?

Ross:      No it was a mother!

Debbie:  ….No…

Ross:      Just joking!

Debbie then proceeded to beat Ross with a large leg bone.

Anthony:                Sleep well, my pretties!

Tom (To himself):                I can’t wait till tomorrow!

Vicky:     Night all!

Sam (Breathing heavily in her sleep):                …yes…ssappu aah ssassatha phatha..!

Diana just thought she’d go for a run.

Jess:                Goodnight Debbie!

Far away.

Debbie:                Goodnight Jessie!

Everyone else at the goanna camp was asleep.  All except Ross, who was climbing a tree with small, hollow pots.