Day One: Early Morning

[Jeice]

Adrenaline began to coarse through the red warrior?s veins as he aimlessly wandered through the forest, prepared to attack, or to defend himself from an ambush. He knew anything could happen on the battlefield. During the time of war, people often loose themselves in the heat of the moment, doing things that they wouldn?t normally do, savage things. Which was fine with Jeice, in fact it was what he signed up for, to appease his primitive urge to kill.

His hand traveled to his side and latched onto the small pack he was issued before entering the battlegrounds. It was khaki colored with a big number 29 sewed onto the front flap. He quickly unbuttoned the pouch and began rummaging through it. He slowly changed his direction and headed towards a large tree; he leaned his back into it and slid to the ground.

The red fighter opened the bag and looked inside. It carried basic survival gear, food, water, a compass. He reached in a pulled out a generic scouter. He examined the small instrument before attaching it to his face.

?This should come in handy.? He muttered to himself as he moved the pieces of bread and canteen out of his way.

As he looked deeper into the bag a sudden expression of confusion swept across his face, he was confused as to why he was staring at himself. Without hesitation he reached in and pulled out a mirror. The look of confusion quickly turned in to anger as he realized what he had been left with. People were walking around with guns, people that were looking for him were walking around with guns, and he was left with a mirror to defend himself with.

Blinded by his anger, he threw the mirror to the ground, causing it to shatter into four jagged pieces. Jeice gave the broken ?weapon? a blank stare as it dawned upon him of what he did. Although it was bad luck to break a mirror, he had just turned a useless item into a dangerous weapon. He slowly reached out and grabbed the now sharp pieces of broken glass, and placed three of them into his bag.

The red warrior then pulled out a map of the surrounding area. He sized up the grounds, pin pointing where buildings may be, or even a lake for water, but the rest of it was meaningless to him. He didn?t have any specific game plan, it was just to kill whoever he came across and keep moving. Of course in a situation like the one he was in, it would never work, and he knew that but he didn?t seem to care much.

His finger slowly slid across the button of the pouch and he closed it again and swung it to his side. Returning to his feet with his new blade, he began aimlessly walking once more through the forest, trying to find his first victim.