Chapter 72: Miles Yates Eliminated

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Miles Yates Eliminated

The others couldn’t stand all the crying; it just made them irritated and restless. But none of them dared snap at Zara Chapman—in case she went off on another rant like yesterday, accusing people of nonsense. No one could deal with that.

Zara shouted a few times. Seeing not one person comfort her, she suddenly felt pissed off inside. Weren’t they teammates? Did anyone here even have a heart? She was so anxious, and yet not a single one bothered to console her.

Wendy Aldridge acted like she’d just heard, stepping forward, patting Zara on the shoulder, and offering comfort: "Ms. Chapman, don’t worry. Yesterday the team found food, we can do it again today. We’ll follow Renee and just stick to orders."

She spoke with that sarcastic undertone—Zara wanted to curse her out. She was a senior, so why the hell should she listen to orders from a newbie?

But her last bit of rationality stopped her from exploding. Instead, she joined in with the sarcasm, saying, "Fine, then let’s all listen to Renee. I’m sure she’ll find food and get everyone fed."

Renee Morgan always looked down on their petty schemes, but that didn’t mean she was stupid. She turned around and said coldly, "You’ve got hands and feet, your mouths still work. Go find food yourselves."

"You—!" Zara’s face turned red with anger, glaring at Renee. If Wendy wasn’t right next to her, reminding her of all the cameras, she probably wouldn’t have been able to hold back and would have screamed abuse.

What’s her big deal anyway? Just because she’s young, she can charm all the guys, and really thinks she’s something?

"Renee, Ms. Chapman is just starving, so she’s a bit irritable. Of course she’ll lose her temper. Just don’t take it so seriously," Wendy stepped in again, gently coaxing and calming things down.

But Renee wouldn’t budge: "I’m not taking anything seriously. Just want to say—since we’re a team, everyone should contribute. If you don’t want to, whatever."

Wendy was left speechless.

Zara just glared angrily at Renee and stayed silent, her whole body trembling. If it wasn’t for that damn base pass, would she be putting up with this crap?

Renee Morgan, just wait. As soon as this show finishes and they go back home, Zara was determined to ruin her, or she wasn’t Zara Chapman.

The chatroom viewers were hyped up like they’d sniffed coke, especially the drama accounts. Everybody knew, the best thing about female celebs in entertainment was their epic catfights. People in Z-country loved palace intrigue dramas; now, in modern times, it was all about female stars scheming against each other.

One commenter nailed it: [Wow, Wendy Aldridge is such a stirrer—acts so sarcastic, always picking fights. Zara’s got seniority, but no brains. Her emotional management sucks. No wonder—in all these years with her connections, she managed to win a "fake" queen title, but still ended up this irrelevant.]

Others thought Zara was just genuine: [It’s her second day with nothing to eat. Yesterday, all she got was bitter wild seeds Renee Morgan found, puked her guts out afterwards. Anyone would break down.]

But someone immediately replied: [She could’ve blown the whistle to quit. If she couldn’t take it, just leave. No one’s forcing her to get that base pass. She wants the privilege but can’t handle the hardship. Sure, Renee’s got more skill, but Zara shouldn’t talk like that, right? Isn’t that just dumb?]

Renee’s fans couldn’t care less about arguing, the whole screen was just: [Renee, well done!]

[Renee’s got a good temper. If it were a regular person, who’d put up with this crap? They’d teach you a lesson in a minute.]

[Wendy and Zara are so fake and so lazy, but their ambitions are sky-high. Still think they’ll get the base pass. Can’t wait for both of them to get eliminated.]

[...]

The team rested a bit before finally voting whether or not to go further in. The result: four to three. Four wanted to keep searching for food.

Someone even pulled out a military knife from their kit, just in case things got dangerous up ahead, so at least they had a weapon for self-defense.

Zara had no kit, so she squeezed right into the middle of the group, reaching out now and then to grab Kyle Beckett’s backpack. Kyle suffered in silence—he wanted her to let go, but didn’t dare start an argument. He ended up lifelessly picking up a stick and kept swinging it around, hitting the grass, hoping to shake off her claws on his pack.

The chatroom was dying of laughter:

[Little Kyle is honestly so dumb. Doesn’t want anyone grabbing his backpack, but can’t say it outright—so he’s just swinging a stick as a distraction, trying to escape Zara’s grip. Hahaha...]

[Doesn’t anyone feel bad for Zara? Everyone in the team is shunning her. It’s basically school bullying at this point.]

[Huh? What bullying? Who’s bullying her? Isn’t she the one always making drama and bossing everyone around?]

[Exactly! Reminds me of school days—hated people tugging my backpack. If someone kept pulling it nonstop, I’d definitely get pissed.]

[...]

Kyle spotted a downhill slope ahead, happiness flashing in his eyes. He ditched the stick and shouted, "Everyone, move aside, I’m taking off!"

Taking advantage of the moment Zara’s hand slipped, Kyle skidded down the slope in his shoes, speeding all the way to the bottom, leaving Zara far behind and instantly feeling much better.

Zara grabbing his backpack made every step feel like he was dragging a whole person along—so exhausting, so miserable.

He suspected Zara wasn’t even putting in effort walking herself—the whole time, she was leaning entirely on him, letting him pull her forward.

That’s just sneaky! Seriously, staying far away from her was for the best.

Miles Yates was just a step behind Kyle, and ended up getting "stuck" with Zara.

Miles wanted to tell Zara not to grab his backpack—it was heavy, and he worried the straps would snap.

But as soon as he turned, Zara looked like she couldn’t stand, making him feel cold-hearted if he said anything.

Result: because of this moment of weakness, as they went down the slope, Zara held tight to his pack, but couldn’t keep her balance—and toppled, landing right on him. Both of them rolled down, tumbling several meters.

Renee, Kyle, and Lynn Miller had already reached the bottom and saw them roll down the slope, hurrying over to help them up.

And get this—the person screaming loudest, Zara, ended up totally fine. The real victim was Miles, who seemed to have dislocated his hand.

Renee Morgan knew how to set bones, but wasn’t sure how bad it was and didn’t dare touch.

Miles was sweating from pain, anxious, but forced a smile to reassure them: "It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll blow the whistle and get the crew to take me for treatment."

Miles pulled out the whistle, blew the emergency call, and soon someone came to help him leave.

Kyle watched Miles walk away and felt sudden sorrow—rabbit and fox kind of grief. If he hadn’t escaped Zara earlier, that could’ve easily happened to him.