When we got back to the barracks there was a schedule and it read
Schedule:
3 a.m Running/Breakfast
6 a.m fighting
7 a.m shooting range
11 am research/eating/running
5 p.m Full body exercise
7 p.m running/eating/sleeping
Then repeat.
3 a.m Running/Breakfast.
The next day at 2:30 a.m someone with a bomb-proof box just set off grenade after grenade, so it was BOOM!.......BOOM!.......BOOM! loud enough to wake someone from REM sleep. The person was shouting, "GET UP AND START RUNNING!"
Someone groaned back, "Nooooooo, go away!" but he got up anyway.
The man shouted again, "THE FASTER YOU ARE DONE, THE FASTER YOU CAN EAT." With that motivation, we started running and when we got to the concrete section some jerk tripped me. When I got up I sprinted over to him and stepped on his foot. Normally, that wouldn't hurt that much but I was wearing cross country spikes, so I will leave it to your imagination to think about what happened next.
When I got done with the running I went to eat, and about 20 minutes later when we had almost finished eating. The kid came in (that I now know his name is Augustus) clutching his foot.
He came over to me looked at me dead in the eye (he was quite small so he had to look up to look me in the eye) and said, "you're dead."
After he said that I just laughed this kid was over a foot smaller than me and looked lIke he was turning into a skeleton and that's what he says then before he could do anything we had to move on.
6 a.m fighting.
Now we are doing fighting or hand-to-hand combat. A man yelled to get in a fighting stance and stay there. So I got in my stance, and the man came around.
Correcting stances as he got to mine he said, "nothing wrong with this keep this the same." Then he yelled to throw a punch repeatedly.
then he went over and started correcting them, when he got to me he said, "Use your whole body to throw a punch, and immediately after you throw it to bring it back to defend.
Then he told us to kick then went around and corrected everyone's kick. It went on like this for a while then he started to teach how to do it correctly and then after that we were done to the shooting range.
7 a.m shooting range.
The instructor ordered us to start with the M17 Sig Sauer service pistol and keep firing till you get 3 killing shots. (it was one of those silhouettes of a human targets.)
Then he showed the proper form and how to load the pistol (I do not know how to load a gun this story will not be responsible for any injury or death concerning loading a gun). "disconnect the latch from the bottom of the handle then press down the button, and slide the magazine out then individually load in the bullets, then carefully slide the magazine back in."
He said to start shooting most people underestimated the recoil and the gun flew out of their hand or hit their noses so you can expect a lot of broken noses in the first class.
Then people recorrected, and recorrected, and recorrected, again until they were able to shoot without the gun flying out of their hands. In about an hour in everyone was able to hit 3 killing shots. So we moved on to the M4 Carbine. Again he showed us how to hold the AR then how to shoot and load the gun and how to shoot it.
we did that until we were able to hit ten killing shots then moved onto the Remington M87O (shotgun) and he just told us how to hold it and how to load it as in his own words "you don't need to know how to aim if you fire in the general direction you will hit them."
Now we went on to research.
11 am research/eating/running.
That is pretty much just learning about the abilities and the counters to their abilities. Then again running what happened during that was again Augustus tripped me, and then I tripped him.
Then eating and what happened during that was pretty much uneventful. I just talked with my friends and we complained about Augustus and the daily Vela and Airhead trying to kill each other while Lia and I try to stop them before they could finish the job. Then back to running only one lap around the camp then go to the gym area.
5 p.m Full body exercise
It's any exercise you can think of it is there then we do running again he hurts me and I hurt him then dinner.
7 p.m running/eating/sleeping.
I sit down with my friends we talk for a while. Then the vil-sorry jerk Augustus strutted over with a smirk on his face.
Then he pulled out a pellet gun and then I just lost it, and started laughing hysterically. His smug smirk faltered he growled: "do you know what this is?"
I stopped laughing long enough to answer his question "yes I do it's a pellet gun customized to look like a 22 caliber."
he looked really confused. Which made me laugh even more " I bet the person you bought it from told you it was a real one I." laughed out.
By then most people realized why I was laughing and they started to. "Go on." I taunted "shoot me."
with an afraid look, he did but he shot my shoe. The ''bullet'' didn't even pierce my shoe I grabbed the pellet and laughed even more by this time everyone was laughing at one kid that kid being Augustus. (Now before you start hating Luke let me just say that Augustus thought that the gun was a real gun so he had harmful intentions in mind)
Then the instructor walked in a barked. "What's so funny the fact that you will be running?" and then we all got up and started running again and then we went to sleep.
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