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from any way, the wild wasn’t as great as our ones were for ours didn’t have competition, but it meant we wouldn’t starve either. By the third year, we were like a small village, rather than survivalists, Jack had even started making barrels for long term storage. We had a try at glass but didn’t seem to have the right sand or something, it never worked. We had made a couple of dugout canoes and used them for fishing with nets, we were however running out of new things to challenge us, never before had anyone gone this far under controlled conditions, so it was pretty amazing. However, it was getting to the team now; we had not only survived but were flourishing. Therefore, it was starting to mentally bring them down, not for the reasons you would think, it was a case of the team wanted to stay here and bring their families here to live. It really was a quiet and peaceful life style.
    We even had our first indoor metal baths, pure luxury, and soap also, Mike made some nice smelling shampoo, it was green but done the job very well indeed. We still done a lot of cooking outdoors sharing the work and sitting down to fantastic meals under the stars at times, I wondered what the world must have thought while looking in on these people who were supposed to be having a hard time of it. However saw these eleven people kicking back sharing the work and making a relaxed and hardworking community and fast becoming best friends. It was on our last year that we had the biggest challenge, the producers must have thought it was all going to easy with my group. For a helicopter landed and some of the top TV people got out, they told us the cameras had all been switched off; they told us only two groups had survived. The women I had met on the plane and my group, they had come up with a new challenge and hoped we would help them out. I was not happy when I heard what they wanted to do, not fecking happy at all, I looked on these guys now more as family than friends and what they were proposing was just fecking dangerous.
     

Chapter: Three
    The ratings had gone down, especially in the last six months, due to it seemed that the pubic believed that it was all staged, as there had been no danger and no one had even suffered a twisted ankle. The producers had asked the public where in the world do you think the groups couldn't survive and the biggest majority had said in the jungle or rainforest. I said but that’s nuts the rainforest has more food, medicines and materials to work with than anywhere else on the planet. They said that’s what we replied to the public, so over a billion people voted on the second option, Africa and not just anyplace but a preserve where the public have never been allowed because of the amount of wild animals that are near extinct. This place has been kept as pristine as possible without interference from man, the guards are all on the outside and once a year a team fly slowly over the preserve to gather as much data as they can. It is one hundred miles by sixty miles and no one has lived there since it was set up by a very wealthy patriot one hundred and seventy-eight years ago. Due to the danger we are allowing both groups to work together and you will be allowed a rifle each with one full magazine so you can’t use them for hunting, you will each be paid one million on completing the year and if both groups survive the year the charities will receive ten million and not five. We can give you ten minutes to think about it the other group has already said yes, so we hope you all will too.
    This is why I wasn’t happy; I told my group it is the most dangerous place on earth, there is every chance you won’t survive in there, but the group wanted the chance to try, their argument was if they crashed in a place like that, could anyone survive. They wanted to be the first all of them but they wanted me along as well, I couldn't allow them to go alone. I asked them how many had fired a rifle, they admitted