04-29-2016, 07:09 AM
To say Ketha was still nervous was an understatement. She had been part of the last group of arrivals to reach the island. Because of this she barely had time to introduce herself to her new commanders or her fellow recruits. Not soon after had she gotten her new uniform that it was off to bed. Normally Ketha prided herself in being an early bird, she blamed her father and her job on a fishing trolley for that. Now however she found herself closer to a zombie than her usual morning self.
Ketha believed it was nothing short of a miracle that she was able to get dressed in a halfway decent state, she knew her hair was a mess but didn't have the energy to even try and make it presentable. Breakfast tasted like cardboard, though Ketha wasn't sure if it was because of her exhaustion or if the food was actually that poor. Either way she did begin to feel more awake now that she had something in her stomach. However that only meant her nerves returned and tied her stomach up in knots as she made her way to the military tent. So a tired, queasy, and nervous Ketha stood awkwardly at the entrance to her designated tent. Her frazzled brain unable to decide if she should walk right in with a sharp salute or wait to be called.
Ketha believed it was nothing short of a miracle that she was able to get dressed in a halfway decent state, she knew her hair was a mess but didn't have the energy to even try and make it presentable. Breakfast tasted like cardboard, though Ketha wasn't sure if it was because of her exhaustion or if the food was actually that poor. Either way she did begin to feel more awake now that she had something in her stomach. However that only meant her nerves returned and tied her stomach up in knots as she made her way to the military tent. So a tired, queasy, and nervous Ketha stood awkwardly at the entrance to her designated tent. Her frazzled brain unable to decide if she should walk right in with a sharp salute or wait to be called.