Survival in the wild, day six.
Early morning.
The heavy rain had just stopped, and the jungle was filled with a moist smell.
Inside the campsite.
Glenn Hutchinson had just stepped out of the tent when he caught a glimpse of two figures sneaking by.
"What are you doing?"
Stopping in his tracks, Glenn Hutchinson looked up coldly, his voice commanding without anger.
The two who had intended to slip away now stopped dead.
They promptly stood in place, properly and obediently.
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
Joshua Bailey and Willie Ash called out to Glenn Hutchinson, one after the other.
It was barely dawn, the sky showing a faint whiteness, and figures ten meters away were somewhat blurry, but one could tell who they were just by their shapes.
"Come here."
Glenn Hutchinson issued a command with a cold voice.
The two, guilty as sin, exchanged a glance then walked over honestly.
One step after another, their movements were remarkably precise.
