Now, with trembling hands, she fumbled through her dingy satchel to retrieve her Omnipod. She’d realized too late, though, to avoid its bite. As she had knelt down to gather a clump, Eva had realized there was a rust-colored, mottled snake just next to her, sunning itself in the fading light. The large gathering of boulders Eva had found had seemed like the perfect place to make a shelter for the night, and the surrounding area was blanketed in ashen puff-patches of reindeer moss. Find a flammable substance such as dry twigs or moss to begin your fire. Kindling, her Omnipod had instructed her earlier in its chirpy voice. She dropped the sweaty handful of moss that she had scooped up from the forest floor. Sitting down on the prickly ground of dead brown pine needles and small cones, she felt the curdled coil of nausea wind its way up her throat from her stomach. The tiny scarlet dots on her hand mirrored the glowering eyes of the snake that had just bitten her.
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