Same old

It's been a month so far and I still haven't seen my family, it feels like trainings burying me alive.

My team got used to me, at least I hope they did. Pretty much the same routine everyday, it bores me to death, unfortunately many problems came to arise.

The word appetizing doesn't suit the meals that are being served at the military, they resembles and tastes as if a clutter of pig leftovers was dumped on them.

But the terrible lunches weren't the only things being passed around, rumors made their way through us faster than the lunchs in our stomach after long hours of training.

Rumors about the beasts of course. On how they'll come in any second. I didn't believe any of that nonsense, why you may ask?

Well if it'll be the end of mankind, there'll have to be some side events, maybe some to warn the people about the beasts or to show form of distraction or a decoy.

Some even made up tales about magical and majestic creatures that will salvage us from this world, but my thoughts were different. If we the people wanted to save mankind from calamity, we'll have to try and work hard.

You can't just wish for everything to end in an instance, can you? I finally stopped writing in my journal.

" 1,2,3,4,5...6! 6 Paragraphs!" I shouted to my self, "SHSHSHSHS! We're trying to sleep!"

Witt Turner, age 25, height 6'1 ft, weight 191 lb, and a fellow member of my team shouted in response to my loud words.

They eventually all slept soundly in their beds, but I kept tossing and turning as if that habit was bound to follow me to my grave. when I would sleep, I'd have unearthly dreams about the emergency ships we have in our village for any sort of exigency.

*The next morning*

"Kalver Mczek!", "Present!" The men all shouted one by one acting all mighty and strong every time the instructor called for attendance.

While being lost in my thoughts a stutter flew out of my mouth,

" Navia Ruras!" "P-Present!"

Another Tiring day of work was concluded, it was my turn to hunt dinner for my team, since our village doesn't have the funds to supply the militia, we hunt, gather food, and supplies for ourselves.

Asking the people is an option, but showing the people our flaws, and our inability to supply ourselves, giving us a useless impression. That'll frighten the villager for sure, and will be catastrophic.

My team members are waiting in a tavern, preferably a place where booze and food are being sold. ordering only drinks was the plan to go, because the food at the taverns have pig waste in them, well that's what we heard. Why are people always so conflicted by rumors yet they believe them so easily? I kept thinking to myself.

"Stop, you have to focus on catching a prey"

I lectured myself, I was in a forest that also had the appearance of a meadow, very puzzling. I had my arrow ready to aim towards any creature willing to be devoured by us.

I slowly approached the mysterious forest, suddently a rabbit hole caught my attention. There must be a colony of rabbits, I thought to myself, 3 rabbits came out.

But in that very moment when I shot my arrow everything blacked out, I felt confused and tired but I've never felt this immense amount of loneliness.

I was dreaming, I think. I was in the darkness waiting and waiting, the seconds became minutes and the minutes became hour and those hours became day then months.

I was trapped, all I could do was think. I couldn't do anything but think, I might as well be rewarded for the best thinker.

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