To Josh it feels like every second is a minute and every minute is an hour waiting and waiting impatiently for that call to come to pass time he listens to his new favorite band called suicide silence. The phone rings and Josh jumps up with excitement, picks up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey honey, sorry but I'm going to be coming home a little latter than normal cause we have a meeting after work and I'm closing up."
"Oh okay. Well tell me when you are heading home."
"I always do."
"Bye."
He then pushes play to start playing suicide silence again and time begins to slip away to his thoughts about his involvement in the governments project and his respect for his country. And Finally his breath steadies his eyes close and he's back in boy scouts training boot camp sponsored by the US marine corps.
"What the fuck are you standing there for soldier. get your head out of your ass and move! Let's go move it pussy, run! How in the lords name are you going to make it through the first week of real marine training if you can't even make it through a couple hours of this!"
The soldier was yelling at Josh. Josh knew that this particular soldier didn't like him specifically and wasn't sure why but that's life he thought to himself.
"Now drop down and keep going until I tell you all to stop! Let's go maggots! Did I tell you you can stop! No I didn't that's right! Get up its time for grub you have five minutes to eat and we are going for a swim!"
Everyone ran over to the building all trying to be first especially since they only had 5 minutes to eat.
"One minute!"
As they were all shoving food into their mouth with their hands not caring about how much of a mess they were making and not even sure what they were putting in there mouth. The food was a whitish brown mush and and was covering the floor and the trainees faces and cloths. The soldier was started blowing his whistle. And that's when he woke up to the sound of the phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Josh Wilkins?"
"Yes, yes it is. Who is this?"
"This is the FSMA calling about your interest in our government project and was told to inform you to go to the bank on howardly ave a couple blocks from you and ask the person at the desk for a 2003 $2 bill at 14:00 tomorrow plus or minus two minutes and from there the person at the desk will give you further instructions."
*Rest in peace Mitch Lucked from suicide silence. We are all gonna miss your presence.*
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The Patient
TerrorA government human test subject gone wrong, a cannibalistic killer, and a monster created please feel free to give feedback as to what I can do to improve and what I did well so far. this is my first story I've written on this.
