“Focus, Jen,” she told herself, swatting a mosquito the size of a grape. “Survival. Water. Shelter. Signal.”
That’s when she saw them. The Vaziri.
Jen saw the fear in their eyes. She also saw the satellite phone, its battery now at one percent, mocking her from her lean-to. Rescue was a fairy tale. But a plan? That was something she could build. Tarzeena- Jiggle in the Jungle
“Focus, Jen,” she told herself, swatting a mosquito the size of a grape. “Survival. Water. Shelter. Signal.”
That’s when she saw them. The Vaziri.
Jen saw the fear in their eyes. She also saw the satellite phone, its battery now at one percent, mocking her from her lean-to. Rescue was a fairy tale. But a plan? That was something she could build.