Chapter 112 Garden - Nursery Camp

Chapter 112 Garden - Nursery Camp

This is the tenth day since I came into this world.

The originally peaceful life was broken by a huge roar.

As a helicopter landed.

A group of mysterious people wearing black standard training uniforms without any identification.

Appeared in the orphanage like a ghost.

They are fast and well trained.

Grabbed me roughly and forcefully and took me to the helicopter.

As soon as I entered the cabin, I couldn’t see the surrounding environment clearly.

Without further ado, they covered my eyes with a thick black cloth.

My world suddenly fell into darkness and I couldn't see anything.

Then they put strange devices on my ears.

In an instant, all sounds were blocked out.

It was as if I was thrown into a silent vacuum world.

As the helicopter was flying, I felt my heart beating violently as the fuselage shook.

I don't know where I will be taken, nor what fate awaits me.

I don’t know how much time had passed, it seemed like a century.

When they finally removed the black cloth covering my eyes and the devices on my ears.

I found myself in a vast rain forest.

The trees here are tall and towering, with lush and intertwined branches and leaves, forming a dense green sky.

The sunlight struggled to filter through the gaps between the layers of leaves, casting spots of light.

The air was filled with a damp and sultry atmosphere, a mixture of the fishy smell of earth and the fragrance of grass and trees.

Various strange noises were heard from all around from time to time.

There are the clear chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects.

There was also the rustling sound of some unknown animal running through the bushes.

I stood there at a loss, looking at this mysterious and unfamiliar rainforest.

My heart is filled with endless fear and confusion.

But I didn’t stay confused for too long.

Half an hour later, I was sent to a training camp with children around my age, all around ten years old.

I heard them call this place "the garden".

The training camp I was in was called "Nursery Camp".

As soon as I entered the training camp, I was shocked by the scene before me.

A group of children about my age, their eyes filled with confusion, fear and a hint of stubbornness.

They gave each of us a black standard training uniform that was exactly the same as theirs, but in a smaller version.

The clothes felt heavy when I wore them, as if I was carrying a thousand-pound burden.

Then someone painted colorful and strange things on our faces.

Later I learned that this is called camouflage.

Before we could get used to all this, the dark training began.

Every day before dawn, a sharp whistle would break the silent air and wake us up from our sleep.

Then there is endless physical training.

Long-distance running, push-ups, sit-ups, one round after another.

We were so tired that we were panting and sweating profusely.

At noon, during a short break, we wolfed down simple food.

Before I have time to savor it, I have to dive into intensive training again.

In the afternoon, we have various skills training, including fighting, climbing, and shooting. Each one requires us to be precise and proficient.

At night, when we dragged our tired bodies back to the dormitory, we fell asleep immediately on the bed.

However, such high-intensity training is carried out day after day without any slackness or mercy.

There is no warm care in this "nursery camp".

There is no easy play, only brutal training and endless sweat.

I don’t know when these days will end, nor do I know what awaits me in the future.

I tried to run away.

In the suffocating high-intensity training, physical and mental exhaustion and the desire for freedom are intertwined.

This prompted me to think about running away.

I wonder if this was all a dream or if I was trapped in the enemy's maze.

It was a dark and windy night.

While everyone was fast asleep, I carefully climbed out of bed.

Move lightly and avoid objects that may make noises.

The sound of my heartbeat was particularly clear in the silence, as if beating a tense drumbeat for my adventure.

I quietly touched the door, nervously grasped the door handle, and turned it slowly.

Every slightest sound made me tremble with fear, for fear of waking up the guards.

When the door was finally opened a crack, I squeezed out sideways and ran towards the exit of the training camp in my memory like a frightened rabbit.

However, this seemingly perfect plan was soon discovered.

The alarm suddenly sounded!

It broke the tranquility of the night sky.

The strong light instantly illuminated the entire camp.

My heart sank.

He did not dare to stop and rushed forward desperately.

But in the end, I was caught by the well-trained guards, who dragged me back to the camp roughly like a chicken.

I was brought back to that nightmare-like place, and severe punishment was waiting for me.

I was thrown onto the cold concrete floor, surrounded by instructors with serious expressions.

Their eyes pierced me like sharp swords, making me shudder.

Afterwards, I was locked up in a small, dark confinement cell.

The air was filled with a damp and moldy smell. There was not a trace of light, only endless darkness and loneliness.

Every minute and every second in the solitary confinement room seemed extremely long. I curled up in the corner, my heart filled with regret and fear.

I don’t know how long it was, but when I was released, I was greeted with double the amount of training and even more brutal treatment.

Daily physical training increased from a few hours to almost all day.

The heavy sandbag pressed on my back, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

During fighting training, my opponent no longer showed mercy and each of his blows came with full force, leaving me covered in bruises.

Not only that, the already meager rest time was further compressed and the food supply became even more simple.

I felt as if I was in hell, with both my body and mind in tremendous pain and stress.

But even so, the desire for freedom in my heart has not been extinguished.

I understand that the next time I escape, I must be more cautious and thorough.

Despite such cruel punishment, I did not give up the idea of ​​escaping.

Instead, he was secretly planning his next action in his mind.

During the arduous training, I endured the fatigue and pain in my body while carefully observing the layout of the training camp and the patrol patterns of the guards.

I keep every detail in mind, looking for possible loopholes and opportunities.

However, the instructors seemed to have noticed what I was thinking.

They monitored me more closely, often subjecting me to unexpected checks and interrogations.

If you are not careful, you will be beaten and scolded.

Once, during fighting training, I was distracted and was knocked to the ground by my opponent.

Not only did the instructor show no mercy, he made me do push-ups for a long time under the scorching sun until my hands were shaking so much that I could hardly support my body.

Another time, an instructor on night patrol caught me secretly drawing a map of the training camp on paper.

They locked me in a water dungeon for a whole day and night. The freezing water almost made me lose consciousness.

But all these tortures and sufferings did not make me give in.

I gritted my teeth, persevered, and silently waited for the next opportunity to escape.