Everything here is so fast
paced that my days go by in a blur of bruises, scrapes, gashes, and several
trips to Ellie. She is starting to think I have a death wish, which after
everything I’ve been through, would be absurd. My body is still adjusting from the months I spent deteriorating in quarantine. I thought it would be easier for me to adjust to all of this training, but it’s taken weeks for me to get
back to what I used to be, and still I'm not even close. The air around the dome is
getting warmer, I close my eyes for a moment and try to picture it, but with no
luck I fall in line with the others. Some look to be in their mid to late
forties while others look as young as thirteen, fourteen. At the table there
are several different kinds of guns, knives, grenades, bows, and arrows. I hear
the trainer explain how to use the smaller weapons in hand-to-hand combat
against the Deviations. That’s what they call them, Deviations. The televisions
around the dome show both what the Deviations look like, and the proper ways to
attack one.
No comments:
Post a Comment