Ticks1993

[Charles Danson records into his tape recorder the different experiences of each kid at the lodge]

Charles Danson:
7-18-93. We have just arrived at the campsite. My partner Holly having made this trip several times prior, is the only person in our group possessing any real outdoor survivalist skills. The rest of us bring only our every-man-for-himself instinct fostered by urban living. As I expected, the subjects' first reaction was one of disassociation.

Charles Danson:
[Rome is shown lifting a tree log for a weight] There's Rome and Dee Dee, hastily converting this new environment into their own, and both returning to what is no doubt habitual behavior.

Dee Dee Davenport:
[Dee Dee tries to get her portable radio to work as she looks up at the mountains] Sh*t.

Charles Danson:
[Panic throws an ax into the campground sign] And then, there's Panic. A perfect model of aggressive dysfunction. He cannot accept this radical change so instead, assaults it.

Charles Danson:
[Kelly sits on a tire swing] And poor Kelly, a prisoner of her own troubled mind. In the end, I fear this group will not successfully bond, despite their common antagonist. In this case, nature.