Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen



Sylvia looked in shock at the two flirting with each other, almost exploding on the spot. She cursed under her breath, "Men are nothing but trouble, why won't she listen!"

Hobson, hearing this, smiled and said, "Ms. Sylvia, stop trying to mess around. I think Ms. Lopez and Mr. Reed are quite a good match."

"A good match? What match!" Sylvia immediately glared at Hobson.

Shaking his head, Hobson decided not to argue with a fanatical fan, knowing they're unreasonable.

After resting for a while, Eileen started to assign tasks. "It's getting late. We need to find food and set up camp simultaneously. What do you think?" Hobson quickly said, "I can do either, but for camping, we don't have tents. How will we camp?"

Sylvia added, "Yeah, they didn't even leave us a sleeping bag. The production team really doesn't want us to survive!"

Eileen looked around and said, "Didn't we see a lot of dead tree trunks along the way? We can use some sturdy trunks to make frames against the mountain wall, create some triangular structures, cover them with banana leaves, and secure them with vines. It's rudimentary but should suffice."

Hobson, finding the idea simple, said, "Then I'll stay and build the shelter. Seems easy enough."

Eileen then asked Sylvia, "And you?"

Sylvia replied, "I'll stay and build with Mr. Hobson. I don't want to walk anymore."

Eileen nodded, then turned to Egbert, "How about you?"

Egbert simply said, "I'll find food."

"Alright, you'll come with me then," Eileen confirmed. She had to be involved in food gathering as others might not distinguish between edible and poisonous items.

After tasks were assigned, Egbert and Eileen set off. Sylvia, remembering a fruit knife in her suitcase, took it out and said, "Eileen, take this..." Before she could finish, Eileen and Egbert, who were just beside them, were suddenly nowhere to be seen! Sylvia turned to see Eileen and Egbert had already climbed a nearby tree.

Their agile figures quickly ascended, jumping two meters from a branch to the top of the opposite cliff with ease. Without changing their expressions or looking back, they walked away as if strolling in their own backyard.

Sylvia muttered in confusion, "Are they flying?"

Hobson was speechless, he didn't answer.

The forest was rich in food, and though it was a deserted island, it was abundant in resources.

An hour later, Eileen and Egbert returned to the camp, each carrying two large coconuts, along with bags of wild vegetables and fruits, a fruitful harvest.

No one was at the campsite. Hobson and Sylvia were missing, and their luggage was hidden under a large banana leaf. In front of the clearing, there was a thin tree trunk.

"Seriously? Nearly an hour and all they've managed is one measly tree trunk? Where's the shelter we talked about?" Eileen muttered, her brow furrowing with concern and irritation.

Egbert, who had returned with her, laden with wild berries and a couple of hefty coconuts, kicked the trunk. "It's useless," he grunted, inspecting the flimsy wood.

Eileen sighed. "It's too thin, won't hold up against much. We'll need something sturdier if we're going to survive the night."

Their conversation was abruptly cut off by a shrill scream piercing the quiet of the woods.

"Help! Somebody, help me!"

Eileen recognized Sylvia's voice in an instant and took off running towards the source of the distress, with Egbert close on her heels.

As they neared the commotion, they found Hobson holding a stick, standing protectively in front of Sylvia. Opposite them, coiled on a fallen log, was a bright green snake, its scales glistening menacingly in the dappled sunlight.

Eileen didn't hesitate. She scooped up a rock from the ground and hurled it at the serpent. Caught off guard, the snake lunged towards her, but before it could strike, a calm hand intercepted mid-air.

"It's a grass snake," Egbert announced with unshaken composure as he secured the reptile. "Non-venomous." But as he examined the snake, his brows knitted slightly in thought.noveldrama

Sylvia, still trembling behind Hobson, burst into relieved sobs. "I've been screaming for help for ages! You just gonna watch us get into trouble and do nothing?" she accused, glaring at the drone that hovered above, documenting their ordeal with its emotionless mechanical eye.

Hobson patted her shoulder soothingly and turned to the other two. "We were gathering wood when the snake popped out. Scared the life out of us." "The grass snake was probably more scared of you than you were of it," Egbert remarked.

Sylvia's hand flew to her chest. "Scared? I was nearly scared to death! Mr. Reed, please just toss it away. It's terrifying..."

Eileen stepped forward, taking the snake from Egbert's grasp. She examined it closely, noting its delicate colors and the harmless look in its small eyes. "Can't just throw it away," she declared.

"Why ever not?" Sylvia asked, puzzled.

Eileen grinned at her companions. "Look at this beautiful creature, a prime example of natural, organic sustenance. We'll keep it as emergency rations."

The group exchanged bewildered looks, but before they could protest, Eileen continued, "Just kidding. We're not saving it for later - we're having it for dinner tonight!"

Sylvia, Hobson, and even the snake seemed to gape at her in shoc

Smiling at their stunned faces, Eileen lifted the snake a bit higher and addressed the drone, "Thanks for the meal delivery, folks. I'll be sure to savor every bite."

Hobson and Sylvia exchanged confused glances. "What?" they echoed, still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that their unexpected guest was about to become the evening's main course.

Eileen scoffed, "Since when do they have snakes around here? I bet the producers staged some kind of survival drama, deliberately bringing in a pet snake to spook you all."

Sylvia was livid upon hearing this and yelled at the drone hovering above, "Are you even human?!"

Eileen swiftly wove a few vines into a makeshift sack and tucked the snake inside. She then addressed the drone, "Alright, fun's over. Send someone to take this thing back. Grass snakes can't handle the climate here. You need to get it back to a terrarium, pronto."

Meanwhile, in the control room.

The executive director sighed as he watched the monitors, turning to his assistant and remarked, “Eileen is too sharp. I'm willing to bet Egbert figured it out too. When he caught the snake, he frowned; he must've known. Ah, they're in sync! They are perfect for each other"

The assistant director, without a second thought, grabbed a stool and aimed it at the executive director's head.

The executive director quickly shielded his noggin, shouting, "What are you doing?!"

With a fierce scowl, the assistant director snapped, "Shut it! Our whole script's gone to hell, and why are you happy!"

The executive director's voice was tinged with grievance, “What could I possibly do? I said it wouldn't work, but you insisted!"

Fuming, the assistant director tossed the stool aside, picked up the walkie-talkie, and barked, "Get someone to retrieve the snake, this is a total embarrassment!"

An hour later, as Eileen and the others were building a shelter, a helicopter hovered overhead.

After a moment, a crew member descended on a rope ladder.

The crew member sheepishly greeted, "Mr. Reed, Ms. Lopez, Mr. Hobson, Ms. Sylvia."

Sylvia snorted in disdain, ignoring him. Hobson kept silent as well.

Egbert was busy securing knots for the shelter.

Eileen seemed the most approachable. She picked up the bag with the small snake and approached the crew member.

The crew member offered a strained smile, "Sorry to bother you, Ms. Lopez."

Eileen casually replied, "No worries."

As the crew member reached for the bag, it suddenly dropped to the ground. Stunned, he was still processing what happened when someone grabbed his collar and, in a whirl, he found himself dumped onto a large boulder!

Simultaneously, Sylvia and Hobson dropped what they were doing.

Trained and precise, they pounced, pinning the crew member down!

The crew member was nearly out of his wits with fear!

That's when Eileen stepped up.

She placed a boot on a nearby log, arrogantly tilting her head back as she threatened the drone above, "Listen up! Your man is in our hands now! If you know what's good for you, you'll drop off four cases of bottled water, four sets of pots and pans, four sleeping bags, four tents, four military-grade rucksacks, and a full set of spices. Otherwise, it's done for him!"