16,001 Tests (part 2)

6 (continued from Part 1)

"This one will test your ability with a gun." He says. "Wow, I say, ain't this gonna' be peachy." "You won't be smiling after this," Shaw warns. "Why," I ask."You will be facing a current soldier." He replies. A soldier marches into the room, and I recognize him, he was the leader of the battalion that the commander that talked to me at dinner belonged to. He looked gruff and serious. He and I both get the same amount of gear and weapons. We look at each other, then Shaw's alarm sounds, announcing that we should begin fighting. The commander shoves to the ground, kicks me. I make a feeble attempt to kick back, then he takes out a knife, and then carves the words: HTS FOREVER into my arm. To finish the deed, he shoots me. I have a bulletproof vest on, but it still leaves a nasty bruise on my chest, right next to the other one from Shaw. When the ending alarm sounds, I stand up and limp around. "Stop wobbling and start walking." Shaw sneers. "It's dinner time," Shaw adds. Shaw drags me to the eating room and serves me a mug of the protein punch. I taste it. It tastes like beef mixed with milk and chicken liver in the form of liquid. When I finish drinking that disgusting thing, I showed up, then climb into bed. Nolan is covered in egg-sized red warts, but I don't even ask. He mentions something about an allergic reaction to a test for the jungle troops. I fall asleep and dream about killing Shaw in extremely gruesome ways.