In a small town in the Louisiana swamp, a man covered in mud from foot to toe stumbles along the dirt road. The trail of dry mud behind him lead three miles to the base of an enormous tree.
THREE WEEKS LATER
Jacob is sitting at his laptop, scrolling through his reddit account, firmly ignoring the small mountain of homework that is due next Monday. Jacob's roommate peeks in, and in a tiny voice for his 6"4' frame, asks, "Jacob? How's the homework going?"
"It's not going anywhere, Manuel," Jacob sighed. It isn't like he wasn't going to do it, just not right now... maybe.
Jacob stood up with a huff, and shuffled into the kitchen of the apartment to get some late lunch. Manuel was already making himself some dinner, putting some pork chops in the oven. Manuel handed Jacob his mail, and pointed, "This envelope looks like you should read it asap." Jacob nodded, and grabbed the cereal out of the pantry. He sat and began to pour a bowl of cereal while reading the letter.
Cereal suddenly spilled all over the table. Manuel looked up from his phone, surprised at the sudden noise. Jacob stood slowly, reading and rereading the letter. "They want what? This can't be happening."
"What's happened?" Manuel asked. Jacob stood shaking in the kitchen, his hand crumpling the letter with his anger.
"I've been drafted."