Allixon exhaled in relief when she saw the walkie-talkie.
"What's with all the fishing line?" Trevor exchanged a look with Billy Ray, but said simply, "you gotta' eat."
Allixon nodded, but couldn't quite picture them sitting down by a stream trolling for fish while they were being stalked by the four "guests" Logan was introducing into the game.
"I don't know what good those walkie-talkies will do you," Billy Ray said.
"For all we know, they'll be listening to everything we say, moving in on us."
"Sometimes you take chances," Trevor said.
"Since this thing's set up to go a week, I doubt Logan's going to do anything to make us easier to find. Hell, if he wanted to, he could have planted RFID chips in any of these items."
Billy Ray grunted. "I'm staying clear of those things anyway
