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[ Alpha Eight is entering from the Task Thread ]

Landing safely outside, he watched as the parachute collapsed back into the unknown container it had emerged from. Funny that something unknown actually ended up saving him. Funny. Yes, haha funny. He liked the idea of something actually being funny for a change. His sense of humor had been dulled by panic and fear thanks to some zombies and a crazy explosion. However, he tried to put his mind at rest a bit. His body was still experiencing the panic as indicated by his hands shaking.

You're okay now. It's alright. They're gone. See, nothing there.

These words rang out through his mind as he entered the building. Quickly becoming a mantra, the words only slightly soothed him as he found himself in another classroom. Odd he thought that his first memory was in a similar classroom and that after so many close encounters with death, he would find himself there once again. It almost felt relieving, as if he could say he never left to begin with. Almost. Taking a seat in the middle of the row, he read over the instructions once. Eight attempted to pick up the pencil, hand still shaking.

However, at that instant, he dropped it back onto the desk. His eyes widened in fear. This realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He didn't have pendant yet. What if now was the time in which the pendant saved you? Oh no, oh no, oh no. Please, no no no. He started taking heavier breathes as he once again picked up the pencil in his right hand. His hands were shaking and his stomach felt like it had been torn in half. Placing his left hand over his mouth, he tried to calm himself down. There wasn't anything he could do now. Time was up. Maybe he could save himself if he answered to the best of his ability. Yes, that was it. They had issues with giving out pendants. It was only fair they do their best to give everyone a chance. Yes, that's it. He began to fill out the form, pushing the fear to the back of his mind as best he could. His hands calmed after a few seconds and he was able to write.

Name: α VIII
Coward and spineless came to mind as he wrote. Not that he felt he was a coward. On the contrary in fact. However, he could still recall the feeling of being mentally pinned down by that awful Zeta Eight. Her brutish figure still looking down on his every action. "b***h" He muttered. How dare she. He didn't even get a chance to knock her down. That would be his greatest regret.

1. The area I was training in was called the Beach and then the Abandoned Town
Training huh? He let out a short laugh before writing down his answer. Talk about a rough bunch. How funny for his life and death struggle to be called "training". Hilarious really. He let out another chuckle then he tried to wrack his brain for his own meaning of the word training. What little he could relate to, he certainly knew it didn't mean putting his life on the line. Maybe the life of others, especially those stupid pigs, but not his own. They should have placed him higher up on the list. Maybe given him a weapon. Yeah, that would have actually made it training. Eight didn't like all idea of being forced to play along with the others since he was stuck with some bandages. No, he should have received one of those crazy giant weapons. That would have been some real training.

2. Two squad members I worked with were α I and ζ VII.
"Worked with were?" Alpha Eight didn't work with anyone. He let out a snort at the idea. Though he regretted it a second later after thinking about the question. He used anyone and everyone he could to stay alive. That was as close as he got to "working with" anyone. However, he couldn't bring himself to say he had gone it alone because in all honesty, he wouldn't have made it this far alone. He owed them this much. Yes, they were disposable and Alpha One even managed to protect him for a short while. Zeta Seven had even accepted him into their group, though briefly. Yes, he owed this credit. However small and insignificant, he owed them this.

3. What were the supplies necessary for your training? Bandages
It felt strange to say they were necessary, but after a little thought, he realized that those bandages had saved his life on more than one occasion. Not just by healing his wounds, but they were the first thing to define him on the island. His identity as the essential medic, a crucial member to any group, had given him more purpose than anything he said before or after he met everyone else. They were more than necessary, they had become an integral part of him. At this point, if he could take anything with him, he would take the bandages. He may have questioned their worth every step of the way, but now that he was forced to think about them, he knew they were his true saving grace.

4. List four unusual things about the training routine that you encountered or heard of.

1. A giant, fire-breathing horse that demanded sacrifices.
2. Strange hooded figures with even stranger weapons and abilities.
3. A mysterious fog that seemed to have a will all its own.
4. A shadowy figure who possesses boxes that have even stranger seeds.

Everything from start to finish had been unusual. Every single memory filled with some out of the ordinary, so what was he to write. He paused for a moment and finally decided on things that were closest to home. These four events were the things that threatened him directly. Of the insane occurrences, these four put his life at risk and ruined his unstable view of the world as he knew. The island had thrown him so many curve balls, but these were the worst of them. Each one unique unto itself in that these four entities had set in motion the events that would lead him here, to this desk. Everything else would have to be put in the background since they didn't push him to his current state.

5. Think of when you first woke up on day one. Think of everything you have encountered and experienced. What do you think is your purpose here? Survival, who deserves to live and who doesn't. My idea of the purpose was to see who proved their worth by living on to endure another training session. Those who made it this far can say they have proven their worth for the most part.

This was more of a plea than anything else. Eight couldn't bring himself to really write down that he was begging for any kind of a savior. Something to prove that all his efforts weren't in vain. Now the fear was taking hold once more. He had to stop half way through and place his pencil down as his hands started to shake. He hated this feeling. He hated the fear. The idea of dying after so much made his feel physically ill. Eight was sure he was going to either pass out or throw up. However, once more, he repeated his mantra. This time it was more forceful in an effort to get him through this. He had to finish now. This was the only option. Still on unstable ground, he picked up the pencil and began to write once more.

6. Are you afraid of dying? Yes, I believe so.

This questions was the easiest for Eight to answer. Everything he had done, every single step taken, had been to avoid death. Death wasn't an option. He couldn't fathom it. Eight just wanted to live. Live at any cost, whether it was a pendant or another life. He couldn't die. No, he just couldn't.