“Uh, Alicia,” Matt said as he walked up the sandy beach toward her, “What are you doing? Everyone else is gathering firewood or branches to help make the shelter.”
The young woman looked lazily up from her spot sprawled out on the beach, soaking up the sun. Sheltering her eyes with her hand, her face twisted as she thought. “It’s Tom, right?”
He sighed. “My name’s Matt.”
“Oh, right!” She said, smiling at him. “Sorry–there’s so many people it’s hard to keep everyone’s names straight.”
Matt looked at her, thoroughly confused. “Where did you get Tom from? There aren’t any Toms on our tribe, or the other tribe for that matter.”
She shrugged. “I dunno. You just look like a Tom to me I guess.” That settled, she closed her eyes and lowered herself back onto the sand.
Glowering angrily now, Matt said, “You never answered my question.”
Alicia opened one eye, squinting at him. “What question?”
“What are you doing?” He asked again, getting exasperated.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She asked, giggling. “That’s not a very smart question you know. If you were paying attention you’d be able to figure out the answer to your question without bothering me at all. Wouldn’t that have been nice. You woke me up you know. It wasn’t very polite of you to do.”
“Honestly, I don’t really care,” Matt told her harshly. “We’re trying to put up our shelter and get some firewood together before it rains tonight. Personally, I don’t really feel up to getting drenched all night long, and I would prefer to have some dry firewood to warm up with in the morning, so do you think you could get up off of your butt and help us out?”
“Oh, that!” Alicia exclaimed. “There were so many people already working on that stuff that I figured I’d just get in the way. Plus, if I take a nap now and preserve my energy, I’ll be all ready to go when it’s time for our first challenge! Then maybe we can win, and we’ll get a tarp, and we won’t have to worry about getting drenched tonight!”
“That’s an awful lot of ifs and maybes.” Matt said through gritted teeth.
“I didn’t say you had to stake everything on me winning the challenge for us, just that my being well rested gives us a better chance. By all means, go ahead and finish working on the shelter. I’m sure it will do adequately until we win a tarp today.” She told him, closing her eyes again.
Matt opened his mouth to reply, and then closed it with a snap. After one last dismissive glance, he walked slowly back to camp, picking up palm fronds and firewood as he went. After depositing the supplies in their respective piles, he pulled one of the other guys, Ben, off to the side.
“What is it?” Ben asked, looking a bit concerned.
Matt looked around carefully, checking to make sure they were alone. “I don’t care how well this girl does in challenges—as soon as we go to tribal council the first time, we have to vote out Alicia.” He told Ben vehemently.
“What did she do?” Ben asked.
Matt laughed. “She’s done nothing, which is exactly why we have to vote her out. She just gave me some crap about how we could all go on gathering firewood and building the shelter if we wanted to, but that she was going to keep on sitting on her butt on the beach taking a nap so she would be “well rested” for the challenge. She’s got it in her head that she’s some kind of Wonder Woman who’s gonna win all of the challenges for us. I want her gone.”
Ben nodded. “I’ll talk to a few other people. I can’t believe there’s someone who’s really that stupid. Not helping around camp is like a death sentence in Survivor.”