Yes.

Choosing the military seemed like a better choice than spending the rest of his life in a huge building filled with criminals, sex offenders, **** addicts: all of which is going to want some action.

To be honest, Michael wouldn't have a chance in the military. Michael would have enough testosterone to make it in the big house. But not here.

He was the first to get out of the hanger, and he clearly showed signs of intoxication. Having recently been intoxicated from his criminal endeavor with a 16-year-old girl, who would be by now having a lengthy abortion. He was drunk and it affected him from successfully following his escort soldier. He would weave left and right, into marching groups of chanting soldiers, and even in the way of massive military vehicles. Luckily he didn't get a scratch on him.

He reached a bunker door and he thought the soldier would stop here. He wished the soldier would stop because his eyes were glazed with premature tears, he was breathing heavily, and the sunset light revealed the sand and dust on his face from him falling several times.

The escort soldier led him into the bunker, and without question he staggered after him. Even through his glazen eyes, he saw the many faces looking back his. He saw scared faces and sinister enough, smiling, even gleaming faces. He did not know that he was, like many other before, given the title "fresh meat."

After the intimidating effect of having to walk by numerous soldiers, Michael was led to a door. This door, when once opened, revealed a rather cylindrical room with a computer hub in the center, behind a cylindrical glass barrier. Along the curved walls, there were similar door like the one opened: circular with a wide but low porthole. Michael did not bother looking out of the porthole which showed the outside. The picture there did not really match with the exterior he saw before. In the picture the horizon rose and fell continuously, which in fact was a computer image to simulate of make an illusion of a rising and falling building.

The escort soldier led him to an already opened door. Once open, the chamber inside wasn't perfectly cylindrical but hade a flat plane as a floor. Lines lined the walls but Michael did not wonder about it. He saw the bed and he wished to just fall down upon it and rest. But he couldn't do just that...