Collin, Rake, and Jude had already spent an annoyingly long time trying to start a fire the “good old-fashioned way,” by smacking sticks together. And, as each minute of failure ticked on, warmth seemed more like an elusive fantasy than a basic tool for survival. Lizzie, Jeremy, and Indira were huddled together, stuffing marshmallows in their mouths and quietly narrating their Neanderthals’ dismal survival skills like sportscasters covering a game.
