Jace woke up in his hammock as he was being poked in the side by the leathery noise of the tiger. He looked at the tiger who was leaning up over the side of his hammock and was making pouting noises.
"I am still alive." Jace chuckled as he leaned back. "But today is day seven of our week-long survival training." Jace leaned over and pulled out his radio from the spot he hid it in near his hammock. He turned it on before he started pulling off his shirt to check his wound.
He unraveled the bandage wrapped around his midsection. Then after looking at his wound that was scabbing over he covered it again. Then he pulled on his shirt before he began moving around his hammock packing up everything around since he would not be coming back up here. As he was getting ready to climb down his radio crackled to life.
