May 9th. 1963.

You sat in a small group of boys, you were quiet as everyone was either talking to one another or eating the food they brought with them. The major hadn't arrived yet so the walk wouldn't start until then. Every body behind that mask were scared shitless knowing one wrong move and they'd get a bullet straight to the skull. You noticed one, you weren't quite sure of his name yet but you and the boys noticed something. The boy was tall and muscular, meaning he'd probably have an advantage over everyone else. He sat quietly, eating a sandwich sliced down the center that seemed only jelly, no peanut butter.

"what's your name?"

Ray Garraty called over, his gaze fixated on Stebbins. Stebbins eyes narrowed, a glare shooting daggers at the group of boys as he then responded.

"Fuck off."

Stebbins replied, his gaze turning away from Ray, Peter, Hank and Arthur. This wasn't about making friends, it was about winning. When the major had arrived on a military car just like the soldiers had, he explained the rules. You must walk 3 miles per hour, not any slower. Three warnings, 10 seconds between each. Don't get up in time, you get your ticket. They provide water and food but the food was only mushed up shit like carrots and peas. Kinda like baby food. When the walk began, some boys either focused on the road or were making conversations with others and before you knew it, you approached Stebbins and began to make conversations with the man. The first words came out of his mouth, seemed bitter and crude but his eyes full of genuine curiosity.

"How'd you get in, anyway? Only guys can get in."