As I stand there, I can't help but smile. The smell in the air was familiar, a smell I was used to - sea air. I read the facea of the 29 around me, some frightened, others with brave faces, as if they knew how to survive. But they didn't know how to survive - no one knew. We're not supposed to know anything about to survival. We have to learn. That's the point of these initiations.
I only recognise two faces. Only two faces. Two faces out of so many and they aren't even possible allies.
I can't help but wonder about home, about my friends and about my future. Everything I do now matters, everything means something. I have to be careful.
I take a step towards the pile of survival tools they have left. I'm the first to move. I take another step. The pile is still over 50 feet away and I walk faster towards it. I have mere moments before the others realise what I'm doing. I start to jog, going faster and faster with each step. As I near the pile, I see it.
At first, I think it's a trick of the light, but it's there. I shudder and almost halt but I glance behind me.