7
Survival
04:00
Light bulb on.
Door open.
Blanket off.
“Today we start your survival training,” Philippe said.
“Haven’t I survived enough?” I asked, shivering in a ball on the bunk.
Apparently not. He drove me blindfold to a giant, green-brown autumnal forest and ditched me deep in the middle with an army-issue rain mac, a survival book, a map, a compass and a torch.
“What the hell are we doing here?” I asked.
“It’ll toughen you up against the elements and help if you have to go on the run. This is the fastest way to learn.”
“Learn what? How to die of pneumonia?”
“You mean hypothermia,” he said, heading back to the car. “See you in two days … if you make it back.”
“What the f—” I said, jogging after him. “What am I supposed to do out here?”
“Read the book,” he shouted back w
