From space, with death

Torture called training

After 3 long hours of simulated war battles, or as everyone called it SWB, it was time for a quick lunch. "Fortified oatmeal, energy, vitamins and other good stuff for the body, as the scientist claim." Rick says.

After a 30 minute break, well set out to the runway for a 2 mile sprint. "Last two to get to the other side will do it again. Now make it quick because a sub-orbit jumper is going to land in two minutes, and trust me, the pilot will hit anyone given the chance." Says Bill, one of the trainers

Off in the distance we hear the sonic boom as the spacecraft enters the atmosphere. " And that's your mark, RUN YOU FOOLS!"

We all take off including the trainers, I'm about mid pack when I start to hear the engines of the craft firing up, only one minute now. At about the first quarter of the runway most of us are slowing down. Then comes a fog-horn from the craft, which motivates us to run just a tad faster. By this point, most of us are panting and sweating profusely at the one mile mark. Then it happened, the craft touches the runway and the brakes are put on. We all visibly cringe, one of the guys even cringed so hard he trips and faceplants into the ground and roll three times before stopping. We are looking back at him when one of the trainers, barrels through the group, marking a few of us lose our footing but we all stay up and continue to run.

Only a quarter mile remains when I hear the craft shut off it's engines. I glance back to feel the heat rolling off the plane as it's wing comes ever so slowly behind us. Feeling the heat most of the other, glance back as well and decide to full on, as much as they could, sprint to the end. I'm panting so hard I feel as if I'm about to pass out but hearing the the trainers words reminds me that the last person has to do this all over again. I see everyone slowly pull ahead as they make for where Rick, Bill and the last trainer were waiting. I Hear the craft coming ever so closer when I look over. There it is, 10 feet from my head the wing of the craft, I glance at the pilot, and I can see anyone evil grin appear in his face. The wing suddenly becomes closer and he drives faster.
I'm running as fast as I can, but the wing continues to get closer. Only ten feet from where everyone is standing I feel the air behind me change suddenly. I'm running so fast right then that when I glance back at the wing it's taps me in the face and I trip and roll into the ground in front of Bill. I look up to see a judgmental look from him, "Did... I pass... Sir?" I say between heavy breathes.

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Author note: hey everyone, in a week or two I will be getting to some after initial days in the story. I will need your help with this. The idea is that these days are to develop the characters alittle more. Maybe introduce a relationship, or new enemy. But since I don't have any script I'm going off of (aka I'm winging it).
Also I would like to thank you for reading.