Jordan POV
I ached all over. My body hurt in places I never knew it could. I winced with every movement I took. At some stage, I had forgotten about what little dignity I possessed and now I was covered completely in mud, my clothes in disarray, my face beet red from the exertion I had undertaken. Part of me wondered if my father was ever going to let up on me. It was the longest training session I had ever experienced. My father’s face never changed expression either, contempt glittering in his eyes, disgust on his face. A zombie apocalypse would have been preferable to what he put me through. Give me zombies any day, I thought grimly, at least they had the decency to give you a running start, not to mention didn’t discriminate on how you looked. They ate your brains either way. They di
