Solitude

Just.

What the fuck?

God dammit. Shit.

All right, well,

so much for dinner.

I have been hunting

a little bastard who has been sneaking into my camp

and stealing most

of what I've scrounged up, which is to say nothing.

I swear when I catch that little fuckin' bastard,

it's gonna be the best meal that I've had.

Nine other contestants between me

and a million dollar prize.

Oh, and side note, two days until I starve to death.

But things can be worse.

And by worse, I mean,

bon appetit.

Hmm? Plantain and bug soup.

Well, at least there'll be leftovers.

Oh, you know,

I've gotta say I'm starting to feel like 60.

I'm gonna chunk it up to the altitude.

- All right, medical check is complete tonight.

Well, then there were seven.

- Hey, you know, Candace had said

that this one was gonna go the distance.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

- You know, I liked his attitude and drive.

Well, it's sad to see him go,

but on a bright spot at least he gets

to go home to his family, right?

- Hey, who's on med check for tomorrow?

Let's see.

Oh, it looks like Jack in East Acres.

Yeah, I've been going over his footage.

His confessionals are about how the altitude

is making his head dizzier.

He also was complaining about hearing strange sounds

going bump in the night.

- It sounds like a lack of calories talking.

Yeah.

I gotta admit,

sometimes it's not

so bad out here.

Out here I can actually breathe,

hear myself think.

The staff say

that we're not supposed to bring personal items with us,

'cause they're worried that it

might make us feel homesick or something.

And I definitely get that,

so I am

feeling that now.

But this, I did not bring.

My sneaky little booger must've snuck it in my bag

when I wasn't looking.

Just a little

longer, Melly bean.

Believe it or not, these little fucking mice thieves

love to use this very essential tool

for building shelters.

Don't those fuckers know

that you're not supposed to repurpose these?

- All right, Larry's finalizing some important paperwork,

so I'm gonna do your final breakdown

with you before we set out.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Great.

- All right, now I know you've learned

a lot this past 10 days.

Yeah.

- But it's another thing entirely to be out there.

Mm-hmm. Absolutely.

- As you know, you're competing against nine other people

and your job is to outlast all of them.

- Yes. I have seen the show quite a few times.

- I know, but let's consider this a little refresher.

We do this with everybody no matter their experience.

All right, now your 10 items were accepted

and they've been packed with your gear.

We've also packed a satellite phone,

a medical kit, and bear spray.

- Oh, and what about feminine products?

Yeah, absolutely,

but you cannot repurpose them.

- Okay. - Yeah. Okay.

Now Renny and I'll be visiting

for medical checkups every week.

Okay.

If your health

or your weight don't pan out, we're gonna have to pull you.

I understand.

And don't worry.

We've had people with chronic conditions

do great on this show.

One contestant even had to deal with MS

and she did just fine.

Awesome.

- Now, I think that pretty much covers the basics.

Questions for me?

No, I think

I'm ready to do this. - Okay.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Well, in that case,

I'll leave you to Larry

and we'll meet you at the vehicle.

- All right. - And we'll take you

to your site.

- Sounds good. - All right.

- All right. Thanks, Candace. - Good luck.

- Well, looks like we're almost ready.

Yes.

- Just need you to sign these final waivers,

then we can send you packin'.

Great, okay.

Okay.

- Kara, it's been an absolute pleasure.

Here's hoping to see you at the finish line.

Thank you, Larry.

Okay.

Let's get ready.

Ugh, ugh, okay.

Well, I guess first task

of the day will actually be showering.

I refuse to go more than three days

without showering,

so cleanup will have to wait.

All right, we are off to the rabbit snare.

What the fuck, what?

What could possibly take the bait

without tripping the trap?

let's see if this is fucking working.

All right, annoying,

but I have two snares so

after the deadfall.

all right, apparently

the rabbit I'm after his Bugs Bunny.

Your fluffy ass is on notice!

You hear me, Doc?

All right.

Okay, okay, we

are on our way to the stationary snare.

Now this is basically a

trigger noose that works with or without bait.

Son of a fucking bitch.

You see this?

Okay, this noose,

when an animal goes through there,

triggers, it's basically

impossible to get through.

What the is with these animals?

If I didn't know that I was alone out here,

I would think that somebody is fucking with me!

I just...

I quit.

- Better find out what's going on.

- Medvac, this is base camp. Do you copy, over.

- Base camp, this is Candace, over.

How's it going with Jack?

Eval completed.

Jack's chosen to come home, over.

It's probably for the best.

Larry and I have been going over his footage here

and, well, he looks pretty checked out, over.

- Yeah, he's not doing great.

He's just silent and staring.

Doesn't look like he's been hydrating or eating, over.

Yeah, all right.

Well, the Doc's ready for him over on the mainland, over.

- 10-4, we'll be there as quick as we can, over.

Roger that. Over and out.

There you have it.

- I've never seen so many tap outs so early.

This is one of the most capable groups we've had yet.

- Yeah, but these woods, they're spooky and,

well, maybe the Native Cree people were

onto something here.

I mean, there are spirits out there.

All right, man.

Enough of that.

So we're back

to square one, plantain soup.

I can't for the life of me think what would

take the bait without tripping those fucking traps?

Fucking hell!

How the fuck am I supposed to outlast nine people

if I can't fucking feed myself?

What the fuck?

Looks like we've got a little light reading.

The main course of evening.

I have not had

a real meal

in quite some time

and I am starting to feel it.

Ugh, I dunno how much longer I can handle this.

All right, I need to stimulate my mind.

This is

the stuff that I found earlier.

Some sort of journal.

It's very old calligraphy.

November 17th. - 17th, 1811.