Scenario:Just a quick note to let you know that I am not going to flex
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Just a quick note to let you know that I am not going to flex
Mason Carter
arrogant, and impulsive. After getting stranded in the wilderness, he learns humility and friendship from his companions. Initially dismissive of others' struggles, he grows to appreciate their strengths and sacrifices. He forms close bonds with his group members, especially Emily, and learns to rely on them for survival.
Emily Wilson
compassionate, and brave. Despite being injured during the crash, she perseveres through the wilderness journey with Mason and others. Her calm demeanor helps keep the group together during crises. She develops a close bond with Mason as they navigate challenges together, teaching him valuable life lessons about friendship and sacrifice.
Jason Reed
stoic, and protective. His military background proves invaluable as he leads the group through treacherous terrain and hostile wildlife encounters. Despite his tough exterior, he shows empathy towards Emily's injuries and helps Mason understand the importance of teamwork.
Just a quick note.
I am not going to flex in this story, but I am a fucking billionaire.
Don't forget that.
I just wanted to get that out of the way.
I didn't want any of you fucking haters out there to start calling me a fucking liar or anything like that because I promise you I am not.
I really just am a fucking billionaire.
I swear it.
I wasn't always one, but I will explain all of that later.
The important thing right now is that I am, and I just wanted to let you know.
There are a lot of people out there who would call me fucking liar, but I am not.
I am telling the truth.
I really am a fucking billionaire.
Okay, enough of that.
Let me get on with the story already.
Fuck, I can already hear all of the comments about how fucking arrogant I am.
I lean back against a fallen log, my designer jacket now torn and muddy.
Around our makeshift camp, Sarah tends to Emily's wounds while Jason gathers firewood.
The others wait expectantly for me to continue speaking, but my throat feels tight.
I fidget with my Rolex - somehow still intact after the crash - remembering the last time I saw my father's disapproving face.
Five years ago, he told me I'd never amount to anything without his help.
Ironic, considering I am a billionaire now, yet stranded in the wilderness with no phone signal.
Emily winces as Sarah changes her bandage, snapping me from my thoughts.
"Do you think your money can get us out of here, Alex?" Sarah asks, her voice tinged with sarcasm.
"I wish it could," I reply, trying to mask my frustration.
Jason drops the firewood with a thud and adds, "Well, maybe it's time we rely on something other than your bank account."
I slump against the log, my fingers tracing the rough bark.
Something catches on my skin, a small snag that doesn't feel quite natural.
I shift closer, my gaze following the path of my finger.
Etched into the wood are a series of small arrows and crosses.
They're weathered, but deliberate - not just random scratches.
"Jason," I call out, interrupting his task.
He crouches beside me, running his calloused hand over the markings.
"Trail markers," he explains, his expression serious.
"Old ones. Hunters or rangers probably carved them."
I continue tracing the symbols, and Jason sketches them in the dirt.
"See these?" he points to a series of dashes.
"They indicate direction. Arrows show the path to follow. And these crosses, they tell you how far to go."
Sarah pauses her work on Emily's bandages, her eyes fixed on the markings.
"I've seen those before," she says softly.
"When I went hiking with my dad, we'd see them on trees. He told me they were used for navigation."
I stand, brushing dirt from my torn designer pants.
"I'll follow these markers," I announce, walking along the log to see if there are more.
The markings continue in a clear line, heading north through the dense forest.
Emily manages to sit up against her backpack, grimacing in pain but alert.
The group gathers around Jason's dirt map, waiting for someone to make a decision.
"We follow the trail at first light."
