"The Jungle Survival Test: A 14-Year-Old's Courage Under Fire"

After the grueling tests were completed, the recruits who passed were given a much-needed one week of rest to stabilize their minds after the horrors they had faced and the lives they had taken.

But their respite was short-lived as they were soon thrown into a new challenge - survival outside the base in the mountains and jungles.

The recruits were given a limited area to explore and were tasked with surviving alone for one month, utilizing the skills they had learned during their training.

Every recruit was given an armband tracker to monitor their location and life signs.

As the test began, the recruits scattered in different directions, each with their own goals in mind.

Asher, determined to make it through the month, set his sights on creating a temporary place to sleep.

The jungle was dense and humid, the tall trees towering over Asher as he made his way deeper into the heart of the wilderness.

The sounds of exotic birds and the buzz of insects filled the air, creating a symphony of nature.

As Asher moved forward, he noticed the foliage becoming thicker and harder to navigate, slowing his progress.

Just as he was about to give up, he stumbled upon a small clearing. In the center stood a towering tree, its branches reaching toward the sky like a giant umbrella.

Asher approached it, admiring its beauty and majesty.

With his trusty dagger, he set out to gather small trees to construct a shelter. He used flexible vines to hold the wooden sticks together and covered the ground with leaves, creating a mat to sleep on.

As the sun began to set, Asher focused on starting a fire.

He utilized a primitive method called the Hand drill fire, which involved using two sticks, a fireboard, and a spindle to create friction and heat.

With a determined effort, he finally succeeded in creating an ember that he used to ignite tinder and kindling, warming his camp for the night.

As he lay on the leaves, trying to get comfortable on the hard and moist ground, he suddenly woke up to the sound of someone walking through the forest, pushing aside trees and leaves and making a racket.

In a split second, Asher grabbed his dagger and silently pulled it out and killed the fire, he then proceeds to lay low and keep a vigilant watch on the surrounding forest.

With the fire now burnt out, it was pitch dark, but he could hear the sound of muffled whispers.

He listened carefully and could hear a voice say, "damn, those military bastards. Using us as sharpening stones for the recruits. Well, two more kills and they promised to set me free."

The speaker was a criminal who had been caught and was now being used as part of the survival test. As he walked, his scimitar was dripping with blood, shining dangerously under the moonlight.

Despite the low chances of being set free, the thrill of killing kids was too alluring for him to ignore.

The criminal took step by step forward, coincidentally that was where Asher was.

Asher cursed under his breath as he heard the footsteps approaching him through the dense jungle.

He was on high alert, his hand clutching tightly around the handle of his dagger as he prepared for the worst. "Dammit," he thought, "why did it have to be now?"

Asher began cursing himself for not being more prepared, for not being more alert.

He was a recruit in the military, trained in combat and survival, but he felt woefully unprepared for this situation

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He was ready, he had to be. He couldn't let fear take over, not now.

He focused on the sound of the footsteps, trying to gauge the distance and direction of the criminal.

As the steps grew louder, Asher rose to his feet, brandishing his dagger. He was ready for whatever lay ahead.

Asher cursed inwardly as the footsteps grew closer and closer.

He muttered to himself, "This is it. I'm going to have to fight for my life."

Despite being skilled with his dagger, Asher was just 14 years old and he knew he couldn't match the strength of a grown man.

He knew that his best chance was to silently move backward and wait for an opportunity to strike.

He had to be quick and take advantage of any weaknesses or mistakes that the criminal might make.

With his heart pounding in his chest, Asher slowly retreated, his eyes never leaving the dark figure that was moving closer.

He could hear the man's heavy breathing and the rustling of leaves underfoot, and he knew that he was getting closer.

Asher's grip on his dagger tightened as he prepared for what was to come.

Asher took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves, knowing that he had to remain focused and alert.

The fate of his survival was in his hands, and he couldn't afford to make a mistake.

Asher silently backed away, his heart pounding with fear. The sound of leaves, vines, and trees brushing past him made him feel trapped.

The criminal was getting closer and closer, and Asher felt his heart race with each step.

The moonlight shone through the trees, illuminating the blood that dripped from the criminal's scimitar. The sight was enough to make Asher's stomach churn.

He cursed inside his mind, wishing that he had never taken the test.

He was filled with regret, knowing that he was no match for the criminal.

But he refused to give up. He was determined to survive, and he knew that the only chance he had was to wait for an opportunity to strike.

He took another step back, his hand tightly gripping the handle of his dagger.

The criminal was getting closer and closer, and Asher felt like he was in a nightmare.

Trapped in the jungle, surrounded by darkness, and the only thing that stood between him and the criminal was his small dagger.

He was scared, but he was also angry. He didn't want to be used as a pawn in the military's game.

He didn't want to die. The criminal was getting closer, and Asher took a deep breath. He knew that he had to act, and he had to act now.