Bringing the Text to Life
Falling out of a hovering helicopter is the easy part.
Once you rope down to the ground, you realize you’re 25 miles from civilization, equipped with only a knife, a compass, a sleeping bag and a canteen. There’s no tent, despite snow in the forecast, and no food. Your last meal was yesterday, and you’ll be out here for days. It’s pitch-dark, and you’ve got no flashlight or night vision goggles. To top it off, you are part of a small band of just six guys, and hostile natives are roaming the countryside looking for you. You definitely don’t want to be found.
Your mission has just one goal: survival.
But this is no reality show. There are no “tribes,” no immunity challenges, no Jeff Probst and no million dollar prize at the end of this survivors’ game. The only reward is the experience itself — a primer on how to live a worst-case-scenario life, getting by on next to nothing, making do with what you’ve got and understanding that things often get worse before they get better.