I don’t know if I can take much more of these trials.
My eyes are dry and red from bracing a category 2 hurricane for a week. My skin is cracked and maimed from surviving an F3 tornado for a day. And now, I sway as my feet keep me barely upright, my knees quivering and aching from withstanding a 5.5 magnitude earthquake for an hour.
“Your next task will start in five minutes,” the robotic voice announces through the intercom. “Please prepare for your next trial.”
What’s to prepare? All I have are the clothes on my back and the Swiss Army knife in my pocket.
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