2) Beginnig ...

- Why are you here, boy?!!!- a man with a military accent, that anybody could notice and hear from miles, asked - you look like a mommy child-
- I...I am here because… because- the boy was too afraid to talk, but nobody could blame him, due to the military man could frighten even the most brave of them.
- Fresh meat - the military man whispered in a volume almost unlistenable and with a little smile on his face that just few of them could notice- ok, ok, ok, just be quiet, and why are you here, boy?- he asked to another one in the line.
- I’m here to win; sir- Alan answered calmed – I do need the money for my family and me.-
- Good, good that’s the attitude- shouted the military man spiting some of the young in the line- I am Wormald, Colonel John F. Wormald, and I shall be your host in this island, you are going to experience the most extreme situations in your life, but before that you are living here for a week, to meet each other, training, have fun or whatever what you want to do, and then I’ll come back with a big surprise to you, so be prepared for that day, that’s all for today, bye, I’ll see you in a week-


When colonel went out of the view of young, everybody started introduce each other, some of them more carefully than other but all of them, or almost all of the wanted to know that group. Almost, because one of the stay alone from the beginning, he was thin almost skinny, ginger, and he looked like a scared dog that was battered. With an unexpressive face he just stayed away from the group looking a green handbook which he had taken out just minutes after coronel went away.
Alan was shyer than many of the other in the group, but he started to greet with the others young, he introduced him to at least 50 young, and he couldn’t say hello to everyone. He thought that they were around 70 and 100 people, around 69 and 99 challengers to defeat but how? That was the question. Suddenly, five young came close to him and broke his meditation.
- Hello- a young said happily with a strange accent- what’s your name?
- Alan, and, who are all of you?-
- Well – another young said – I am Gary, this is Billy, Clark, Uther and peter- everyone shook their hands each other- if you want you can go with us
- Yeah, I do – Alan said relaxed because it was easier to him in that way instead of going by himself to meet other people.


He felt quite comfortable in that group, as if he had known them all his life. He got closer with some of them and talked a long time with Gary and Billy; they were very similar in their personalities. He saw again the young who had been alone at first, and he was still alone, so he decided to invite him to join his group.
- Hey, how are you? - Alan asked in the most kindly way that he could, but there was no answer- Hey dude, can you hear me? -
- Yes
- So, why don’t you join us?
- I don’t think so- answered inexpressively
- Why don’t you want to come …
- Don’t you understand? - The boy interrupted - Why are you going to do when they betray you for the prize? This is the real life, bro; you gotta understand that, it’s for your own good.


“He is a stupid young” Alan thought while he was walking to the group, but was that true? Could Alan trust in his group?