Chapter 32
Odalys was spreading panic. My brother, who works at the meteorological station, said there would be no wind. If there were wind, they'd be in serious danger on that island. It's midnight; where's this wind? Bullshit!
The viewers, seeing the camera crew retreat in the livestream, thought the broadcast had ended. Unexpectedly, the screen switched and continued, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Kenny's face then appeared.
"During the day, our photographers follow them," he explained. "After 7 PM, we switch to hidden cameras. The live stream will not be interrupted. Thank you for watching." He then left.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the screen, eager to see what would happen regarding Odalys's wind prediction.
Meanwhile, Sophia, helped back to the cave by Atlas, grew increasingly furious, tears streaming down her face. "Why is everyone scolding me? The wild boar didn't even hurt Odalys! How dare she snap at you like that? It hurts so much!" she choked out.
Finnian felt a surge of irritation. Glancing at the pitch-black cave, he quickly pulled out a flashlight. "We should gather some firewood," he interjected, ignoring Sophia. "If we use the flashlight too long, we'll run out of battery."
They hadn't eaten a meal or found any vegetables. The ordeal with the wild boar had dragged on until now. Returning to the cave, everyone was too exhausted to move, feeling tired and hungry.
Finnian had no patience for Sophia's complaints; her sobs only increased his irritation, though he felt a hint of regret.
"I'll go pick some up," Lucian said, hurrying outside. After all, among the "bigger shots," he had to run errands. He never expected Selah to have such good luck in choosing a group where food and shelter were no concern. Thinking this, he headed toward Group B.
Under the moonlight, his eyes lit up at the sight of hanging meat. He looked around, hiding behind a tree. Realizing everyone in Group H was asleep, he quickly snatched a piece of meat and ran back.
[Damn, what is Lucian doing? Is he stealing their meat?] [Even if he wants it, he should ask if they're willing to give it. Odalys killed the pig, and now he's taking her "fruit" ?] [I never liked him, and I heard he's not a decent guy. But I never expected him to sneak over and steal at night while the photographers were gone. If it weren't for the hidden cameras, we wouldn't know.]
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The netizens, initially sleepy and assuming both groups were asleep, were about to close the livestream. Unexpectedly, Lucian's meat theft stunned everyone.
Unbeknownst to Lucian, Odalys had seen him steal the pork and smirked coldly. He grabbed the pork and ran back, panting as he rushed into the cave.
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"What is this? So fishy," Sophia asked, nearly gagging from the smell. Already hungry, the smell intensified her discomfort.
Lucian held up a large piece of meat, his eyes gleaming. "I borrowed a piece of pork from Group B. We have dinner tonight," he said happily, holding it close to Sophia, hoping to win her favor.
"Keep it away from me. It stinks! Besides, is wild boar even edible?" Sophia asked disdainfully, though her hunger made her consider trying it.
"Wild boar is tastier than regular meat when grilled," Finnian said, walking over. Glancing at the pork, he asked doubtfully, "You borrowed it, and they gave it to you?"
Lucian looked embarrassed, avoiding his gaze, and mumbled, "Yep."
"Let's grill it then. Everyone hasn't eaten all day; some meat will help. We can look for other food tomorrow, but you're sure they gave it to you, right?" Finnian said, glancing at Lucian.
Noticing his nervousness, Finnian guessed the meat wasn't a gift. But everyone was hungry, so he didn't expose it. He needed to eat, too. They were all there for a show; he didn't want to starve.
"What do you mean? I found and led the wild boar there. If I hadn't, would they have had pork? Even if it wasn't given and we got it ourselves, we'd still be right," Sophia said coldly. She believed that since she found the pig, it was hers, and she'd simply left it for Group B out of indifference.
"Forget it. Let's get a fire going, and then we can sleep after we eat," Atlas agreed.
Finnian, a smoker, had a lighter. After gathering firewood, he started a fire and placed the meat on it. The meat wasn't sliced thin, so the outside was charred while the inside was raw. It also hadn't been washed, giving off a strong, fishy smell.
"Is it edible?" Sophia asked, swallowing. The smell was revolting; she'd never eaten anything so disgusting.
"It can be eaten once roasted," Finnian said, pulling out his knife to slice the meat. Sophia stopped him. "Your knife isn't washed yet."
Finnian's hand froze. He was angry; tired from a day's work, and Sophia was still being picky. He'd thought she was beautiful, kind, and good-tempered. Now, he saw her as a spoiled princess, always complaining and bossy.
"I can still eat it," Fontan said, cutting a small piece. It wasn't tasty, a bit bland and slightly fishy, but edible.
"This is so unsanitary!" Sophia exclaimed. The knife and meat hadn't been washed. She hesitated.
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Lucian and Atlas, however, handled it better. Too hungry, they ate it despite feeling nauseous. Sophia, meanwhile, threw up. Afterward, she got up and said, "It's too smelly and tasteless. I'm not eating."
Atlas quickly got up, pulling her arm. "Sophia, don't be fussy! What if you hurt your stomach? I'll find you something delicious in the morning; just have a little." He handed her the meat.
Sophia's eyes filled with tears. "Why should we eat this while Odalys gets grilled and boiled fish? She knows we have nothing to eat but doesn't invite us. Who does she think she is? Why is she treating us like this?" Her resentment toward Odalys intensified.
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