I woke up this morning and now knew almost exactly where I needed to go for training, from of course Aaro who ran through the hallways to get to training on time yesterday morning.

After choosing our weapons yesterday, Cade started working with groups of us who had the same weapons to try and teach us the correct posture and technique, in my case, to throw knives. Lets just say that I am so horrible at it, and so far I really do not enjoy this who training thing.

I started getting dressed in my other set of black and grey clothing that Karrie had given me when she checked up on me yesterday. She didn't talk much, barely at all. She asked how I was doing and handed me the clothes, then left. It was kind of odd, but I guess she had better things to do.

I finished tying these strings on my shoes that kept them on my feet and opened the door. We get a break after out first training session to go get breakfast. It's kind of hard to do training without food though I wouldn't dare argue with Cade about how he runs training.

I walked down the dim hallways seeing no one this morning. I either must be late, or extremely early. I was hoping for being early.

I ended up getting lost a couple times and going down the wrong hallways and I now knew I was most definitely late to training. Goodbye lungs, I'll be running laps today.

When I made it to the doors I opened up the first set, sprinting through to the other set of doors and pulled them opened hurriedly. No one was here.

"Its cancelled for today,'' a voice spoke out of nowhere.

"What?", I questioned what the voice meant and where the voice came from.

An older man appeared on the other side of the room. He had black hair which was turning grey and looked well built.

"Your training, Its cancelled today,'' the man repeated.

"Oh".

"Good thing you were late on a day when no one is here to make you run laps", he taunted me, "Well I must be leaving now, don't stray and be late next time", he winked and left the training premises.

What a creepy dude.

What else am I supposed to do today, no one else is here so I might as well take a few hits at these bags, 'lift some weights' on these contraptions, climb across a ladder hanging horizontally on the ceiling.

I'll just make up my own training session today.

I start with the punching bags.

Punch left, right, over and over, barely making it move. I stood there for about ten minutes straight punching a bag and thinking about life. My old colony, mom, Dane, Winnie, that guy that was in the cafeteria who knew me, the creepy guy who told me training was cancelled and everyone else I've met here. This place definitely raises suspicions. It's almost too good to be true, but then again, the government has an extradition pretty much every other day. Sometimes daily. I don't really recognize anyone here from watching the extraditions but I also haven't been paying much attention towards the people around me.

I was pulled from my thoughts because of a familiar aching in my knuckles and sure enough they were cracked and tender.

My cue to start something else. I thought about the contraptions that you 'lift weights' with but the wall behind it seemed more interesting. It was the wall that opened up to show the assortment of weapons.

No one is here, no one would know, I might as well take a chance and practice with my chosen weapon of knives.

Opening the wall is sort of the problem, was there something he pressed, or was there a keypad, or finger scanner? They are weapons so I bet they have some sort of security set on it. They wouldn't be open to the public. Right?

. . .

It was locked. Well, I don't know if it was locked but I couldn't open it, I couldn't figure out how to open it. So now I'm just sitting on one of the 'weight lifting' benches. I'll admit it, I am bored but there is nothing else to do here. And for once being here in this Savage colony I feel sad. I'm not sure why I just do. I guess it's stressful.

Leaving mom without saying goodbye.

Being thrown into the wild for a few days.

Finding out there is a strange sanctuary that was only rumors.

Starting this whole training thing.

Now that I think about it. How did those rumors start going around? There must be a source. Unless if it leaked from one of the government workers. If they exiled a government worker and they made it to this sanctuary, they'd contain so much information, so many secrets that someone could use to backfire the government. But then again, the government is smart. They wouldn't let someone full of secrets and classified information spit it out at random people who loathe them. They'd probably just kill them, make it a clean slate. Forget about them.

I heard the shuffling of feet. Then it stopped and a door across the room creaked open and slammed behind the person who entered the training facility. I held my breath and tried to hide behind the bench I was sitting on. It occurred to me that I never thought about what I would do if someone entered this room while I was self-training. Especially if it was Cade.