Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

What is a doomsday vision?

The clouds kill the stars, and the sea tears the sandbars.

One person, one isolated island, one looming storm.

***

Jennifer sat in the cave watching the fire.

Tens of thousands of years ago, human ancestors also kept warm by such a fire, and large beasts often visited in the dark, bringing them known and unknown fears.

At that time the world followed an ancient principle: the strong prey on the weak.

Be the hunter or the hunted, kill or be killed.

This principle pulsates, inherits, and continues to grow in nature, and it has not died out even today when there are many cities.It always whispers in the wind passing through the tall buildings, bewitching the animals living in the reinforced concrete.

What used to be experienced in Hollywood is only more apparent in the wilderness.

Jennifer smiled and added a log to the fire.

The warm light illuminated the entire cave, and the flying insects danced around the fire, and from time to time they were buried in the sea of ​​fire because they got too close—another ancient mark.

Everything is feeling the call, moths to the flame, milk swallows to the forest, Narcissus looking down at the reflection, Icarus flapping his wings and flying to the sun, two incomplete puzzle pieces attract each other, loneliness leans on loneliness.

The wind howled in the distance, the canvas fluttered, and the first drop of rain hit her outstretched legs, deafening, and then the second, and the third, and the rain poured down like a column of water that pierced the sky and the earth.The raindrops hit outside the cave, splashing small mud puddles.

Jennifer stood up and lowered the rain curtain.Without the incoming wind, the cave suddenly became warmer.

The fire burned for a day and a night, and the clothes that were sticking to the body were dried, and the wet stone wall no longer felt water-stained.The moss and fern mats used as insulation are very comfortable under the body, and with the backpack, it can be used as an outdoor cot.

She leaned against the cave wall and simmered snake jerky for herself. Some damp jerky became firmer after reheating, and it was like a molar stick in her mouth. One could last for a long time.

The audience was still worrying about it, but now it seems that the worry is in vain. This little life is really nourishing, and they turned their attention to other Jiugongge.

Most of the players who have survived until now have landed. Only a few of them have prepared shelter, food and fresh water early, and the rest have been attacked by the storm.

A swimming coach set up a hammock. At this moment, his hammock was broken by the strong wind, and the heavy rain blocked his sight. He could only rush towards the forest with a few items;

An outdoor enthusiast hid in a tree hole at the root of an old tree. Unfortunately, he miscalculated the intensity of the storm. The old tree was easily uprooted by the strong wind and fell heavily to the ground;

A retired military officer is still drifting at sea—no one knows how he did it—in the earth-shaking waves, the lifeboat was easily overturned like a leaf. Dodged several huge waves.

The audience was extremely worried. Luthor's Twitter was occupied by sightseeing groups within a few minutes, and all kinds of rhetorical question emoticons and qualities were brushed together.

Someone wrote a message.

[Just now I saw that a long-range camera was smashed by a falling tree. If it was a person, there would be no rescue. Let alone flying with you, a second late is the difference between life and death. 】

[The wind is too strong, I'm afraid Tuao will suffer again.Recently, I always see reports of meteorological disasters causing extensive damage and property damage. Last year, the Icelandic volcano erupted and the whole of Europe was in chaos. Think about the Tauru volcano in 06. At that time, Superman flew directly into the crater and everything was fine. 】

There was much resonance among these comments, as well as strong disapproval from those who believed that humanity was sufficient to cope with crises on Earth.

Jennifer didn't know their emotions, and even if she knew, she couldn't empathize with them.

She had been reborn in this body four years earlier, after Miss Davis had taken her own life because of depression.She inherited the memory and wishes of the original owner, and since then she has resumed her old career, stepping into the glamorous quagmire of Hollywood for the second time.

In 2007, Superman no longer appeared in public.He is like a kind of luck, so suddenly when it happens, and so suddenly when it disappears.

Some say he was saddened by something and left Earth, some say he went to the universe to find other planets in desperate need of redemption, some say he was tired of protecting the incarnation of human beings incognito, and some say he died in a battle - this argument is very Almost under siege, because people can't imagine and can't imagine: How could Superman get hurt?How could he die?

Over time, the previous arguments prevailed.

At first, Superman's departure caused great panic in the society. Gradually, this panic turned into an urgent desire, into a mournful entreaty, and finally into a rebellious hatred.People have graffitied on Superman's portraits, pulled down his sculptures, and posted articles criticizing him and condemning him. Superman's ex-girlfriend Lois Lane even wrote a news report called "Why the World Doesn't Need Superman" and got a lot of awards for it. Pulitzer Prize.

Jennifer Bye read this article, and to be honest, she didn't enjoy reading it.

There are no heroes in the world she lives in, and human beings can only pray to God for help when facing countless disasters.People of different colors and races knelt on the ground to pray to their gods at the same time—this kind of prayer was more like a routine, more like psychological comfort, because people knew that no god would really appear to save them from the fire and water.

But Superman is different.

He never complained, was forever patient, and answered every request...he was real.

Not that Jennifer wants to be rescued, quite the contrary, she's a level [-] self-rescuer, but it's always good to know there's something beyond her powers and have a backup.

At this stage, heroes are emerging one after another. With complex emotions towards Superman, the public always examines these heroes with harsher eyes.

Humanism is at an all-time high, so it's no wonder that various film and television works and reality shows that challenge the limits emerge in endlessly.Just watch "Wild Challenge", the top boss Lex Luthor's comment on Superman is still hanging high on the Twitter interface of many followers-"He looks down on us all."

One above us all.

What a harsh accusation, Jennifer thought at the time.

***

The branches broken by the wind collided with each other, making a dull sound, and a few small broken branches rolled and hit the wooden wall, knocking off the water droplets attached to the canvas neatly.The sound of the wind is mixed with the rustling of the leaves, roaring and howling, as if 1 devils have come here reborn from hell.

Jennifer listened quietly.She really has nothing to do, and when there is nothing to do, people will think about things.

This night she thought about the rain.

She remembered how she shivered under the plants when the wind and rain were blowing, and watched the team members who were arguing the day before being killed by hypothermia; The rain was pouring down; and, she remembered another stormy night.

It was a day a few months ago when she was staying in the suburbs of Bristol. The weather was not good that night, and it rained heavily at night.

Jennifer was woken up by the cold wind and raindrops. When she woke up, the window of the bedroom was blown open by the strong wind. The snow-white curtains flew with the cold wind pouring in, and the rainwater pooled on the solid wood floor.

There was no one around her, so she reached out to reach for it, and the other side of the bed was already completely cold.

Close the windows, put on your coat, and put on your slippers.

The lights in the room were turned on one by one, followed by the corridor and the retro stairs.

The old butler Alfred Pennyworth was the first to respond to the call. He walked up from the first floor calmly with a smile on his face.Bruce Wayne followed him, wearing a crooked nightgown that seemed to have been put on hastily just a second ago.

As he approached, a strong smell of potion filled the entire space.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

"I went to the kitchen." He winked and grimaced. "Damn floors, you never know how slippery they can be—until they do."

"As much as I'd like to save face for him, Master Wayne fell down the stairs, an undeserved, stupid and entirely avoidable mistake," said Alfred sternly.

They seemed to be playing charades, and Bruce backed away immediately under the gaze.

"I should have been more careful." He held up his hands begging for mercy, then turned to her, "Come on, Jenny, let's go back to the room, it's too cold outside."

So they walked together towards the room at the end of the corridor.

She wanted to follow behind him, but was pushed forward by the palms on her back.Warmth, she thought, safety, companionship, warmth.

This kind of warmth quickly dissipated the slightest bit of confusion in her heart, and she only joked a little when Alfred quickly tidied up the room. "Really, Bruce, fell down the stairs? You might as well tell me you just had a mortal fight with a candlestick against a thug who broke into your house."

Master Wayne was speechless for a while, but Alfred showed a look of amusement, "I assure you that there is no safer place in Gotham than here."

He cleaned up all the mess and exited the master's room, and the sound of footsteps quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After he left, the two were silent, and it took a long time before Jennifer spoke.

"It's raining outside and I'm alone in bed," she said at the time. "Bruce, I don't appreciate the cold."

This memory has been hidden in her memory for an unknown period of time, and she has somewhat forgotten what the other party answered at that time.

Maybe it's "Looks like I'm going to have to get a warmer sheet", maybe "It looks like the rug Oliver recommends doesn't work that well", maybe "It looks like I'm going to have to tear down the old house and reinstall the heating", It wasn't what she wanted to hear anyway.

He never promises.

This is a good thing, because a person who never promises has no way to break his promises.

Jennifer took a deep breath of air that smelled of grass and earth, and let it out slowly.

She added a few more sticks to the fire.

The next second, as if sensing something, she firmly grasped the wooden spear in her hand.