Invasian

Your decision has been made regarding where you are going after high school. By the time you step foot onto the campus on your last year, you have already made up you mind that you want to head into the military field. You want to make your old man proud that you want to serve your country. But is it what you expected.

You are an athletic man, toned but not too stocky, of 18 year of age and you just graduated from high school with high honors. Now your reputation is on the line and you don't want to mess it up by flipping burgers at McDonald's or going to some cheap community college. You want to be the best that you can be and become an army of one, strengthened physically, mentally, and in knowledge.

The weeks passed after graduation and from one of the biggest obstacles you have faced. Your trip to basic training has been a tough one to go through, having to say goodbye to friends and family. But as a man and soon to be soldier of the U.S. Military, you shrug the rest of the burdens that would soon to hinder you if you can't let go. You want to go into some training that will totally erase your past crime for good.

The bus ride to boot camp does not take too long. You can't even stay still. You squirm between nerdy and dorky graduates letting their fears and doubts get to them. You just want to step into a training facility and into some non-hype, non-excitement training.

But the moment you get to the base, your bus does not go through the main gates awaiting further intimidation from veterans and scared-ass newbies. You bus totally passed by the gate and toward a hanger due east of the base. As the bus nears the hanger doors, the loud creak of the doors is heard as the heavy metal doors slowly open. Waiting for a gap big enough to fit a bus in, the bus driver inches the vehicle into the pitch-black hanger. The hanger doors close behind the bus. A few short whimpers is heard and then silence as the hanger doors shut close.