Outbreak in Basic

I wake up to a loud thud. Instinctually, my body jerks upright, but I'm quickly pulled back down from the soreness of my body. The thud is louder this time, coming from the hallways. I take a deep breath and think, 'Day four. I can do this. Every day is easier than the last in Basic Training.'

The doors are thrown open, plowing the metal bin and awakening everyone except PVT Dennis, who is right beside the doors. We've seen this twice already, we know what's about to happen. At least we think we do.

We all jump from our cots and stand at attention as two drill sergeants charge towards him, I feel bad for how badly he's about to get chewed out. Suddenly he screams. The hell are they doing to him?

Moments later a drill sergeant leaves PVT Dennis and trips over the bed as he launches onto a different PVT. The PVT buckles to the ground with a yelp of pain as the Drill Sergeant climbs atop him. We are all shocked, standing at attention, staring forward as trained.

PVT Dennis rolls off the bed, slamming the ground with what looks like a seizure. Across the room a PVT breaks his composure as he runs to Dennis, but he is tackled in the mid-hall. The private's face cracks Dennis's footlocker, after the loud snap he goes limp.

I break my own composure, looking around. PVT Baker lays in the cot below me, shaking violently with foam spewing out the mouth. A PVT yells, "Fuck this!" He runs for the front door, but turns corner to find Drill Sergeant Koddak, the meanest man in history, bleeding from the face in his tattered pajamas. The PVT stands there for a second, half expecting an order for push-ups. Drill Sergeant Koddak lunges for the private.

I quickly jolt in the other direction, along with a few other PVTs. With no real exit except the front door, I and 6 others run into the male head. We tried to let others in, but they were laced with insane drill sergeants and I think I saw a bloodier version of PVT Dennis after us.

The door is rammed, slammed, kicked, and pounded by screaming privates. Cries of pain echoing the perimeter. Then PVT Smith vomits on PVT Cook, falling to the ground in a seizure. PVT Smith is far too strong for us to even harm, and PVT Cook may need killed too.

He knows by the look in our eyes we don't trust him, he grabs the only broom and breaks the head, backing into the corner defensively. Someone tries to calm him when PVT Smith lurches to my leg.

He jumps for another's leg as I stumble backward. My leg quickly tingles as if asleep. I feel dizzy. Still backing up, my leg is shorted by the toilet bowl, throwing my headfirst onto the wet floor.