Surviving the Amazon with Traci Potter (F)
Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2021 4:42 pm
In the depths of the Amazon Jungle, a brunette woman (wearing a blue hoodie, long khaki pants with kneepads over them, a black backpack, and a canteen hanging around her neck) stood in front of a camera another woman (with long black hair wearing an orange t-shirt, black sweatpants with a white jacket tied around her waist) was operating.
“Hello, folks. My name is Traci Potter, and this is Surviving the Amazon Jungle! I’ve been dropped off deep into the Amazon jungle where for the next month, I have to survive using only what I brought with me and what I can find in the wild. Only my camerawoman is with me. She’s only there to document my efforts and isn’t allowed to help me in any way. And finally, to add a bit of a challenge to begin, my hands have been handcuffed behind my back.”
Traci turned her back to the camera and flashed her hands to show this.
“The key to the cuffs has been left on the chopper that brought me here. So I have to use whatever I can find to pick the lock and free myself. Here we go.”
Traci walked a few feet until she came across a low-hanging tree branch. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a large knife and, with her hands still behind her, sharpened the end of the branch until it was a fine point at the end.
“See, people believe that you could only pick handcuffs with a piece of metal and whatnot,” she explained as she placed the branch inside the keyhole. “But I’m about to show you guys that wood works just as well-”
After using the branch for only a few moments, it snapped into two.
“Pfft, that was a mere twig I was using as a demonstration tool,” Traci scoffed. “Now, for real…”
Looking further up the tree, Traci spotted a much stronger tree branch. Stepping back several paces, Traci ran up to it and jumped to scale the tree...only to realize too late that front-facing arms were necessary to complete this task and proceeded to go head-first into the tree, knocking her to the floor. Sighing, the camerawoman (Sam Drusel), turned the camera off, easily scaled the tree, grabbed the stronger branch, broke it off, and tossed it down to the ground.
“Thank...you…” Traci moaned.
oOo
Despite that branch being thicker, the sharpened wooden end still snapped off when Traci tried using it. She tried using several more branches and sticks she came across, but each one failed. Even dipping her hands in the nearby stream to see if she could make her hands slippery enough for the cuffs to be pulled off failed as well. Finally, Traci was forced to resort to her most powerful tool in order to get the cuffs off: begging Sam for help.
“Pleeeeease, Sam?”
“No!”
“But I know you the producers gave you an extra key to the cuffs. Just give it to me and we’ll be on our merry way.”
“The key was only meant for emergencies! And I’m not breaking the rule of not helping you.”
“You already did that once. What’s another time gonna hurt?”
“Sorry, Traci, but my answer is no.”
Traci walked right up to Sam. Startled, Sam walked backward only to be backed against a tree. Traci then shot her the biggest puppy dog ideas she could muster. After a few seconds, Sam snapped.
“Fine! I’ll go get them.”
“I knew I could count on you, Sam!”
Sam reached into a pocket and pulled out the extra key. As she walked towards Traci, Sam tripped on a rock, causing the key to fly out of her hands and fall into the stream.
“Noooooo!” Traci exclaimed, leaping into the water (which only went to her knees) to swim after the keys.
Running ahead to document this, Sam pushed a few bushes to the side to reveal, to her horror, that there was a waterfall nearby. Seconds later, upon seeing how the water disappeared at a certain point, Traci realized this fact too.
“HEEEELLLLLP!” Traci exclaimed as she abandoned her chase for the key and tried to swim back upstream, only for the water’s current to prevent her from doing so.
Sam turned the camera back off and leaped into the water. She grabbed Traci by the hair and managed to pull her back to land. Seconds later, they watched as the key fell down to the fall’s base about twenty feet below.
“You...you wouldn’t happen to have a spare-spare key in your bag, right?” Traci panted.
To Be Continued…
“Hello, folks. My name is Traci Potter, and this is Surviving the Amazon Jungle! I’ve been dropped off deep into the Amazon jungle where for the next month, I have to survive using only what I brought with me and what I can find in the wild. Only my camerawoman is with me. She’s only there to document my efforts and isn’t allowed to help me in any way. And finally, to add a bit of a challenge to begin, my hands have been handcuffed behind my back.”
Traci turned her back to the camera and flashed her hands to show this.
“The key to the cuffs has been left on the chopper that brought me here. So I have to use whatever I can find to pick the lock and free myself. Here we go.”
Traci walked a few feet until she came across a low-hanging tree branch. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a large knife and, with her hands still behind her, sharpened the end of the branch until it was a fine point at the end.
“See, people believe that you could only pick handcuffs with a piece of metal and whatnot,” she explained as she placed the branch inside the keyhole. “But I’m about to show you guys that wood works just as well-”
After using the branch for only a few moments, it snapped into two.
“Pfft, that was a mere twig I was using as a demonstration tool,” Traci scoffed. “Now, for real…”
Looking further up the tree, Traci spotted a much stronger tree branch. Stepping back several paces, Traci ran up to it and jumped to scale the tree...only to realize too late that front-facing arms were necessary to complete this task and proceeded to go head-first into the tree, knocking her to the floor. Sighing, the camerawoman (Sam Drusel), turned the camera off, easily scaled the tree, grabbed the stronger branch, broke it off, and tossed it down to the ground.
“Thank...you…” Traci moaned.
oOo
Despite that branch being thicker, the sharpened wooden end still snapped off when Traci tried using it. She tried using several more branches and sticks she came across, but each one failed. Even dipping her hands in the nearby stream to see if she could make her hands slippery enough for the cuffs to be pulled off failed as well. Finally, Traci was forced to resort to her most powerful tool in order to get the cuffs off: begging Sam for help.
“Pleeeeease, Sam?”
“No!”
“But I know you the producers gave you an extra key to the cuffs. Just give it to me and we’ll be on our merry way.”
“The key was only meant for emergencies! And I’m not breaking the rule of not helping you.”
“You already did that once. What’s another time gonna hurt?”
“Sorry, Traci, but my answer is no.”
Traci walked right up to Sam. Startled, Sam walked backward only to be backed against a tree. Traci then shot her the biggest puppy dog ideas she could muster. After a few seconds, Sam snapped.
“Fine! I’ll go get them.”
“I knew I could count on you, Sam!”
Sam reached into a pocket and pulled out the extra key. As she walked towards Traci, Sam tripped on a rock, causing the key to fly out of her hands and fall into the stream.
“Noooooo!” Traci exclaimed, leaping into the water (which only went to her knees) to swim after the keys.
Running ahead to document this, Sam pushed a few bushes to the side to reveal, to her horror, that there was a waterfall nearby. Seconds later, upon seeing how the water disappeared at a certain point, Traci realized this fact too.
“HEEEELLLLLP!” Traci exclaimed as she abandoned her chase for the key and tried to swim back upstream, only for the water’s current to prevent her from doing so.
Sam turned the camera back off and leaped into the water. She grabbed Traci by the hair and managed to pull her back to land. Seconds later, they watched as the key fell down to the fall’s base about twenty feet below.
“You...you wouldn’t happen to have a spare-spare key in your bag, right?” Traci panted.
To Be Continued…