(All good!)
You wake like you do every day, in a small room with only a cot and a ratty bed cover. Today there was a slight drizzle of rain pattering on the singular window in your room. This was home, even if you did seem to share it with a few spiders and mice. Koi's tank set on the nightstand next to the bed, the turtle currently sleeping inside their shell. As you sat up and stretched a knock came at the door and the familiar face of Anthony peered in. His stubble covered face offered you a warm smile. "Breakfast's ready, kiddo. Martha has some news for us all so it's mandatory this morning." With that he shut the door again leaving you to get ready.

He gets up and changes into more presentable clothes than what his pj's were. Once he finished he quickly makes his bed, or rather just to fix the the bed cover. Shimasu puts in a leaf of lettuce for Koi and dashes out the door. Hopefully he wasn't late.

The turtle looks out of his shell slowly before beginninginf to eat the lettuce he was given. Once out the door you find yourself in the hallway, at the very end of the hall. To you right is the long walk to the lobby, and to the left is a door leading to the stair well. The stairs lead down to the bottom floor which leads outside. Faint voices make their way down the hall from the lobby.

Voices could be heard from the lobby, though he could barely make out what they were saying. Heading right Shimasu hopes that he wasn't late, that would be bad. Entering the Lobby the voices are loud and clear now.

(Don't forget to quiote or bold the post your answering to at the top)

When you enter the lobby a large dinning room table sits in the middle of the room, most of it bare save for a map at the head of the table and a few opened cans towards the middle. The lobby acts as the living room of the camp, as well as the meeting place for all the planning. A few extra tables line the walls, one covered in ammo and gun parts as well as a few diagrams of how to fix certain items. Randa was at this table, her feet propped up on the table as she happily ate what could only be a can of baked beans. Further down the wall was the communications table which houses the radio used to catch broadcasts of drops.
Back over at the main table Mark was sitting alone at one end loading clips for his gun. Anthony and Martha were talking to themselves over the map at the opposite end of the table. Hailey was nowhere to be seen.

Outside the room there is a hallway which leads left, towards the lobby, and to the right which leads to the stairs going to the ground floor. The lobby is where everyone meet for meetings and for meals, and the ground floor lead outside into the street.

I head to the lobby excited to hear whats up.

When you enter the lobby a large dinning room table sits in the middle of the room, most of it bare save for a map at the head of the table and a few opened cans towards the middle. The lobby acts as the living room of the camp, as well as the meeting place for all the planning. A few extra tables line the walls, one covered in ammo and gun parts as well as a few diagrams of how to fix certain items. Randa was at this table, her feet propped up on the table as she happily ate what could only be a can of baked beans. Further down the wall was the communications table which houses the radio used to catch broadcasts of drops.
Back over at the main table Mark was sitting alone at one end loading clips for his gun. Anthony and Martha were talking to themselves over the map at the opposite end of the table. Hailey was nowhere to be seen. To your left you hear an excited mew as Eros hopped off the chair he (?) was sitting on. Happily he trotted up to you a rubbed his face in your legs.

When you enter the lobby a large dinning room table sits in the middle of the room, most of it bare save for a map at the head of the table and a few opened cans towards the middle. The lobby acts as the living room of the camp, as well as the meeting place for all the planning. A few extra tables line the walls, one covered in ammo and gun parts as well as a few diagrams of how to fix certain items. Randa was at this table, her feet propped up on the table as she happily ate what could only be a can of baked beans. Further down the wall was the communications table which houses the radio used to catch broadcasts of drops.
Back over at the main table Mark was sitting alone at one end loading clips for his gun. Anthony and Martha were talking to themselves over the map at the opposite end of the table. Hailey was nowhere to be seen. To your left you hear an excited mew as Eros hopped off the chair he (?) was sitting on. Happily he trotted up to you a rubbed his face in your legs.

(yeah he's a boy ^^)
I scratch his ear "hey boy, hows my little monster." I then walk over to sit on the chair he was previously on beckoning him to sit on my lap.

He follows you weaving in and out of your legs as you walked. Happily he jumped up in your lap, rolling over so you could pet his belly. This chair happened to be near Mark, your trainer and partner. Out of everyone in the room you have spent the most with him. He takes a moment to look over at you before going back to work on the clips. "Kitty very demanding, demands pat like it does vood." The elderly man said in a heavy Russian accent. "If you not show up it would have eaten off my arm." He teased yet without a smile.

You wake like you do every day, in a small room with only a cot and a ratty bed cover. Today there was a slight drizzle of rain pattering on the singular window in your room. This was home, even if you did seem to share it with a few spiders and mice. As you sat up and stretched a knock came at the door and the familiar face of Anthony peered in. His stubble covered face offered you a warm smile. "Breakfast's ready, kiddo. Martha has some news for us all so it's mandatory this morning." With that he shut the door again leaving you to get ready.

I yawn, stretching before standing up out of bed and pulling some clothes. I pulled on my sweatershirt, putting the hood over my head to block the rain before heading down to breakfast, wondering what Martha was calling this meeting about