CHAPTER 6March of Terror
The first week was hell, sheer, unadulterated hell, and at times Wilson doubted his ability to survive. The double gravity tore at him, turning each and every muscle to a point of rasping agony, and he, together with all of the new arrivals, suffered torment from overworked ligaments and strained tendons. Then the soreness passed, his back straightened, his legs accepted and compensated for the extra burden of a too-heavy body, and he was ready for the second stage of his training.
It consisted entirely of calisthenics and elaborate exercises designed to build muscle and tone up the system. The food was better than any he had ever known, rich and nourishing, filling his shrunken stomach and covering his bones with fat and firm flesh. Regularly they all had assort
