[center][h2][color=#FFD967][u] [b]Tanner Harwell[/b] [/u] [color=#FFD967][sup][sup]Current Location: Wall Rose, Training Grounds[/sup][/sup][/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/rX5zgAo.png[/img][/color][/h2][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/i6fLcHF.png[/img][/center] Schulz was like a hornet, and every word was his sting, yet Tanner refused to show signs of faltering before the instructor. Tanner had to accomplish his goals, and the despair he had faced on that day pushed him forward. The girl, too, had nudged Tanner onto the path he now walked. He knew those that had showed weakness in the Cadet Corps were quickly weeded out, and Tanner had to stay strong for not only himself, but also everything he sought and wanted to protect. Tanner waited until Schulz was done with his berating to breath a sigh of relief. His body was tense, and Tanner ached from the posture he kept in the sweltering sunlight. As everyone broke rank and file, Tanner relaxed his salute, and his arms dropped to his side like jello. Looking around the yard, Tanner began to see the after effects of their instructor. Some cadets were crying, some were obviously hiding their anger, and some had simply shown no emotion. The emotionless ones were always the most dangerous, and Tanner didn't wish to stick around to find out. As Tanner made his way to his assigned cabin, he noticed several groups begin to form. Most of them appeared to know each other before enlisting, and Tanner felt that he remembered seeing a few of the cadets before back in his district. [color=#FFD967][i]They must be the other survivors.[/i][/color] Tanner thought as he continued walking towards the boys' cabins. The cadets were friendly with each other, and might've been so with Tanner, but he felt he had no reason to approach them. They were strangers to Tanner, even if they lived in the same district. Tanner was sure none of the other survivors could help him in his personal quests, and there was no time to lose if he was going to get the first choice on the cabin's beds.