The situation now was much the same. Only her comfy desk chair had been replaced with a rock, her bowl of chips was now a half-eaten Slim Jim, and the camera was attached to a tree, rather than her laptop.
Oh, and she was on Survival of the Fittest. There was that, too.
Some slightly irrational part of Bunny had hoped her parents would upload that. Her very possibly last vlog.
Bunny had remembered waking up in that, too stunned to move or cry out, too scared to breathe or resist. She’d remembered the exact moment that realisation had struck; that everything she’d watched since she was 11 was now happening to her. She’d remembered being told to kill or be killed. Then she’d gotten down to business. The important stuff, that she’d seen time and time again. The search through the bag. Bunny had removed each item in turn and carefully placed it on the ground next to her bag. There’d been all the usual stuff, everything she’d expected. The map and compass, flashlight, first aid kit and bandanna were all standard. Bunny had admired the bandanna for a few seconds. Silver, with a fairly neat image of a scorpion on it. Much cooler than last season’s block colours, she had to admit. She’d also stared for a decent while at her ‘weapon’. The fuck was she supposed to do with a bright pink scooter? Ride around the island on it, on her way to victory?
Okay, that image had been kinda funny. It still hadn’t brought a laugh out of Bunny, though. The other stuff in the bag had been the food, which Bunny had thought was a little less nutritious than was probably advised, a condom, which after 65 seasons of being a constant was not surprising to see in the slightest, and some more clothes. Bunny had taken her glasses off after looking over everything and idly chucked them into her bag. It wasn’t like she was particularly going to need them anymore.
There’d also been a carefully folded garment which turned out to be a bunny outfit. As in, a Playboy bunny outfit. She guessed it was supposed to be funny.
... Okay, again, it was kinda funny. Her name, and all. Yeah. She still wasn’t ever going to wear it. Probably. Depending on the circumstances.
And now, here she was, sitting on a rock by the side of a river, facing a camera attached to a wiry, dead tree, and for the first time in her life, completely lost for words. Her face was being broadcast to millions of people round the globe, and she couldn’t even think of anything witty to say.
Bunny couldn’t remember a time she hadn’t wanted to be famous and recognised everywhere she went. Possibly when she was little, but she couldn’t remember that far back. Her dream was fame and fortune, and she’d worked as hard as possible to make that dream a reality. Acting, vlogging, playing the violin, everything she’d worked at, every mistake she’d made, it had all been part of her climb towards stardom. And now here she was. In front of a camera.
Yeah, Bunny had always known she’d find her way onto TV someday.
She’d just never expected it to quite pan out like this.