La Shonda, Goddess of the Hood

La Shonda leaned back in her chair calm, cool, and collected. All these girls be straight trippin. Look at them. Most of them in too much of a hurry. They forgettin' it's a game. Actin like this they sho aint got no strategy. Man said the best ever did it in 3 days. That means without a bit of luck it'll take most like 4 or 5. That record girl prob'ly found a way ta quick travel. Somethin` like a fast moving stream. Best check tha map fo' a stream or somethin like it before heading out. Better than ta run off blind in uah direction away from one.

La Shonda lay her map on a flat surface as she began to strip. Her long lovely curves, dark nipples, and well maintained black bush were quite the contrast to the pale petite frame of the red head to her right. That bitch better stick to tha shade. She'll burn up in no time in that sun!

After she finished stripping La Shonda studied the map in earnest.

Northwest of here there appears ta be a place where a bunch of streams combine ta form uh large creek. It goes nearly whole length of tha island. I could probably float down it if I found a large enough piece o' wood.

Then ag'in Southwest there is a cliff face that leads to a lot o' safe houses. It would take days ta go round the cliff an I doubt any of tha other hoes will even try. Might be I could put all those weekends climbing tha rock wall at tha community center to use. Some o' those houses is bound ta have somethin` useful fo sho'!

Then without warning the doors were open. A cloudless sunny day beamed in to replace the dull artificial light. La Shonda cursed under her breath. She had been hoping for ill weather. Her dark skin's natural camouflage would be greatly reduced if not negated by the picturesque day. She stepped out, shielding her eyes from bright overbearing sun.

The field was clear for about a hundred yards in every directions. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed none of the girls had headed in the direction of the cliff but a few were making their way toward the streams. She was torn. The streams would be the easier way but the extra girls would attract extra hunters. Though maybe she could use those hoes for bait. Still it was an extra risk. Scaling the cliffs would be much harder but she would be alone in her trek to them. The downside being if she did attract a hunter she would be his only prey.