7800 HOURS LATER
A convoy of humvees and rovers were passing by on the road. Loud music was playing from the convoy, alerting anything within a mile of the convoy. All was going well.
"Dang Dann, this friggen sucks. Stupid War Council is drafting creatures ages thirteen and up." said a squirrel in the back of the second humvee.
"Listen Ike, imagine how many other beasts get an opportunity like this. We get free training, weapons, and all that other stuff." said Dann
"Easy for you to say, your family have been warriors for as long as you can remember. Hey driver, how much till we get this training base? And can you please turn off that damn music!?" asked Ike.
"Ok, ok, fine mate." the driver turned off the radio. "Can't stop the others from turning off their music, oh well, to answer your question, we should be there in ten minutes. Oh yeah by the way, me name is Mallow. Moles scouted the place for safe passage all through the morning, we should be safe."
Suddenly on the radio a distressed call came on. "Shit RPG in the trees! Get out of your vehi-" Suddenly a loud explosion startled the recruits. The officers tried to keep the order in the place but it didn't work. They started getting out of the vehicles and running forward trying to escape the sheets of bullets being shot. At least ten recruits were shot down within seven seconds.
A radio call rang in his head. "Get to the trees and stay down till the firing stops!" Ike sprang into action. "Guys, we gotta get to the trees and regroup!" He sprang out of the humvee and ran for the trees. He slipped on a puddle of blood and fell, hitting the ground face-first and was knocked out.
Ike woke up. He felt very sore in his head. Ike tried to get up. It took a bit of effort but he managed to get up.
"Whoa mate slowly, finally you woke up. Took quite a hit to the head you did, me name's Borakul." said a nice looking otter. " We've got to get to the base with the other surviving recruits. K mate?" Borakul asked. "Yeah, I can do that" said Ike.
"We leave at 3 o'clock after you've rested up. Can you shoot?" asked Borakul Ike replied " Heck yeah, pretty good sniper I am."
"Good." said the otter.