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A tempestuous storm pierced through the small tarps strung across the bamboo shelter. It was a downpour β a reality you all got incredibly used to out on Survivor. This place was the real deal, and youβd all pay for mother natureβs havoc on the island.
Strategy was near impossible when everyone was crammed into the shelter. Not only was the place falling apart, it was only a few feet in length and width; amongst that, people could hear almost every little whisper squeaked out. Almost.
Stuck next to you was Sophi. Aligned closest with Rizo and Savannah, but still generally considered a free agent with how this game was going. Her skin shivered slightly β you could feel the small shaking exhales of her breaths every few seconds.