Snippet #1327953

Sam continued to exhude his breath in loud, deep pants, now resting his hands on his thighs. The pat on the back from the large cannibal did little to help; more to hinder, as he almost lost his balance and stumbled forward a little. It wasn't just the force of the hand between his shoulder blades that did it, there was also the feeling in the pit of Sam's stomach that he couldn't describe whenever he strayed to close to his new companion. The very idea of eating human flesh, whether his stories were true or not, was enough to make his skin crawl and his bowels clench.

He adjusted his stumble, not bothering to disguise it, and moved into a walk over to a post that had crossed over their final obstacle to make use of it as a seat. He took a deep breath and swallowed before replying to Keith. "I think I'd run faster... If there were bullets flying at me," he managed to say, breaking out into a slight grin. Even talking about the coming days of fighting was unnevering to him but he found the more they discussed it and the closer they got then the easier it became to bare and accept. He was going to go to war. And he would likely die there. And if he was totally honest with himself, he could have been dealing with it a whole lot worse than he was.

As the others slowly filed in Sam noticed he was probably the worst off after the course. Either that he was the one least bothered about showing how tough the course had been. It had been tough hadn't it? Sure as hell had been to him. Whether that was down to it being a military obstacle training exercise or his rather cushy lifestyle back home wasn't clear to him but he hazarded a guess that it was a combination of the two."So... When do we learn to shoot?" he asked the group, curious as to what good crawling through mud would be when you needed to pick off a target half a mile away.