[Riven's POV]
The alarm blared at 0500.
Riven's eyes snapped open to the same rust stain on the bunk above him, the one shaped like a bird in mid-flight. Except this morning, it didn't look like freedom. It looked like a.....warning.
He rolled out of bed, joints stiff, body aching from yesterday's labor.
The dorm was already alive with movement.....the provisionals were stumbling into boots, pulling on jackets, some were even muttering curses under their breath.
The air smelled of sweat.
Ugh, reminds of my school's locker room.
Lisa was already dressed, her badge clipped neatly to her chest. She looked like she hadn't slept at all.
"You ready?" she turned to Riven with a cocked eye brow.
"No," Riven kept rubbing his face. "But apparently that doesn't matter."
Riven quickly got dressed with Lisa staring tiredly at him.
They joined the stream of residents heading toward the training yard.
