How to start a fire... [Open]

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The human heart pumps over a hundred thousand times a day and every minute it filters through at least six quarts of blood. It's so powerful that even if it was separated from the body, it can still pump. A man's heart is heavier than a woman's by a few ounces, yet a woman's heart beats faster.

It's a few facts that keep running through my mind as I feel my heart hammering against my chest. These kids, all collected within these walls that will eventually find them selves at each other's throats, will come to terms with the fact that their lives will end the same as their parents will. They will take their last breaths just as their ancestors did. It won't be the same, but it happens to everyone but the only difference, is that holistic medicine won't play a part in caring for their minds or their souls. Their bodies won't be treated tenderly with loved ones around them and instead, it will be murder and fear to be the last things wrapped up on their last conscious thoughts.

"They are the ones that I will fall to. I'm sure of it." I look at a pair off into the distance wondering what their lives were like. What their parents fed them for breakfast everyday. How they went to bed and what their routine was. Did they brush their teeth? You know, it's better health that way even if you do it every other day. Poor proper dental hygiene can even cause heart attacks...

"Where do I go to learn fires?" I suddenly ask the trainer I narrowly missed bumping. He stops and points over to an area with a half cut out room. It has a floor and three sides and the roof in it but it was divided. One side looked like a normal forest scene, complete with two trees and brush under it and leaves on the ground, yet the other side looked like snow and white. Hardly anything inside of it and I began to wonder what arena we'd be running into. They were preparing us in two different types of climates.

"What I'd give for matches. I'm no nature boy." I mutter as I step into the cold section for a moment, feeling the fake snow against my foot and I reach down to touch the frozen treat. This brings up bad memories of the seam. My friend that came to me with almost frostbitten toes because his shoes didn't provide any proper warmth or protection.

I shake the thoughts from my head and start to shift through the ice. The temperature taunting my fingers to halt and breath on them. "How do I find anything viable enough to start a fire with in these conditions?"


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