Brian smiled as he reached his camp-site again; he knew it was time to train. He removed his shirt and placed it on his leaf bed. His run would be on the shore, mostly since the beach is the best and the most relaxing place to run. He took off his shoes, his socks, and began to walk towards the shore of the island.
While walking, he couldn’t help but look around and claim how beautiful this island was as well. The sun stared down at Brian’s blonde hair, as he lifted it over his face. He loved to slick his hair back; it was the only way for it not to annoy him; without cutting it. As he got closer to the island’s end, he began to hear the ocean’s tide shifting.
He grinned when he finally reached the shore, as he felt the hot sand between his toes. It didn’t just feel good, it felt great. Brian smiled and began to warm his body up with some warm ups. A few jumping jacks, and some stretching exercises; just for him to get ready for the long run he was about to take.
Brian laughed and began to jog on the beach. He kept pushing himself, not allowing himself to stop. A few hours later, he realized that he was back where he started. He had run around the whole island, and was back at his main position. He smiled, as he wiped the sweat off of his face. Running was one of the best ways to clear a person’s mind. Brian didn’t even feel the amount of running he had done, he felt fine really.
After his running session, he walked towards his camp-site to pick his stuff up again. Once he reached it, he wore his shirt again and his sock and shoes, then picked his gun up and began to aim at some friendly cows that were in the plains about 30m away. Brian had already had some training pellets in his gun from the other day, so he quickly shot the first, then moved to the second, then the third, fourth, fifth, and finally ended with the sixth. He shot all 6 of the cows in a matter of seconds, he enjoyed the way he used his marksmanship. An effective and quick marksman was the only marksman needed in the blues.
Once he finished his gun training, he picked up all his pellets, reloaded his gun, and sat down on his make-do bed. It was a fairly long time since Brian had checked any news, and he had no way of knowing what was going on in the world at the moment. To be honest, he would like to know what happened but it wasn’t a necessity. All of the things Brian had to have he already had, clothes, and a gun. He had gathered a few apples earlier and began to chomp on some of them. Brian didn’t need to eat much to be full; it was just something that he was born with. On that note, he began to drift to sleep and fell on his bed and began to snore.
WC: 528
TWC: 1913
**40 Stamina Trained in Total.**