First Day

The directions seemed simple enough. “Meet us at the gym at 2:00,” and yet, as Dax Forest made his way out of his new temporary apartment building and headed down the sidewalk, he really wasn’t exactly sure he was going the right direction. He’d always been good at finding his way, which is why hunting and fishing, roaming around in the woods, had come as second nature to him, but this was different, and not for the first time that day, he felt more than a little overwhelmed and wondered what in the world he’d gotten himself into.

When the driver had brought him in from the airport that morning, they’d passed a pretty big building that looked like it was probably a gymnasium, and he was fairly certain hanging a right would get him there, but as he looked around at the other five or so people ambling about, no one else seemed to be wearing workout clothes or carrying a gym bag, and they were all headed in different directions. He took a deep