Candidate: Christina Snow<br/>Nationality: American<br/>Age: 21<br/>Colour: Caucasion<br/>Status: Active<br/><br/>Chris waded to shore, her hands pushing her wet hair back from her face as she scowled up at the departing helicopter, "Thanks a lot guys!" she yelled after them. In the end, being dropped 20 feet into the ocean nearly bare assed was worth the five million she was going to do her damned best to win.<br/><br/>The flight out had been longer than expected, and she had not been thrilled with the green two piece they had left her with... the butt floss was just not her! but she hadn't been overly worried about the fact that her small pack had been taken. She was, in fact, more concerned about the stetson that her brothers had bought to celebrate her going on the show. That and her boots, but here she was, standing on a sandy beach in nothing but a couple... well three... triangles of material and a string up her crack looking at a heavily wooded island... at least she didn't have to worry about sunburn.<br/><br/>Chris looked about and watched 3 other helicopters vanish into the distance and decided to set her mind to surviving... first order of business... find drinking water!<br/><br/>She pushed her reddish gold hair back from her forehead again and trotted into the underbrush; hoping that she could get far enough into the woods to overcome the sounds of salt water on sandso she could maybe hear the sound of running water and smell the difference. If there were just 4 of them, she could avoid the others until it was time to do something.