He woke after what felt like seconds, standing from the bed, the one across from him was now clean, he figured that his roommate had come in and then had left. He shrugged, opening the door to the chamber and following the other people to where they were headed.
He ended up in a cafeteria, greeted by the woman from earlier she gave a wide smile. "You look a lot better, food?" He nodded at that, sitting down at a table. She brought him a tray a few moments later and he instantly dug into the meal.
The people in the cafeteria seemed to stare at him. "Something is strange about this guy." one of them thought, something did seem not to be completely normal, his presence seemed... different, which made them worried.
He finished his meal in a few moments, looking around before standing, walking from the building and into a courtyard, he took his pistol from his belt loop, shooting down a zombie a couple of feet away that was trying to get through the gate.
He heard a slow whistle, turning to see the guy he had met when he had first arrived. "Your aim is pretty good, some of the people on the security quad don't even have that good of an aim." He glanced over at another even further carped the area.
"Shoot that one down and I might consider putting you on the squad." The boy gave a small nod, raising the weapon and shooting it dead on in the center of the forehead. "... I believe you just gained yourself a job."
He motioned for him to follow, himself following to a building, he walked into the building that had the most locks on it. "Team, I want you to meet our new member."
"He's just a kid!" one of them had said with a small laugh. "Well he has good aim."
"I'll tell you something, kid." He gave him a gun, pointing towards the cup across the room. "Shoot that down and I might consider it." He raises the weapon, shooting a wall. "See, his aim sucks." He put up one finger.
The bullet bounced off the wall, behind the cup and into the mug. "Close enough?" He looked over at them, mouths wide in amazement. "Jeez, kid. You can aim."
He smiled at his comment, it had took him months of training to be able to hit things to launch them somewhere else. You have to press down on the trigger hard, to make it so that when it hits the object it can bounce to another location, as well as getting it to land at the exactly where you want it to. "Welcome to the team."
The gave him everything he needed, a bullet proof vest, a shotgun, more bullets for his pistol, and a hunting knife. "We will go out on out first patrol I'm the mornin' be here by sunrise." He gave a small nod before walking from the building to return to his dorm.
There was a man lying on the bed opposite from his, he figured this was his roommate and didn't want to disturb him, seeing blood coming from his shoulder made his eyes widen, taking a first aid kit and beginning to carefully patch up the wound.
The man stirred a bit as he stitched up the wound, before green eyed snapped open to stare over at the other. "I-uh- your wound worried me, it needs stitches." He said in a nervous tone, hoping that he wouldn't be angry. "Nah, man. It's alright, I actually needed someone to do it for me but I was too tired to go to the medics."
He glanced at his badge, his eyebrows raising. "You're apart of the squad?" He nodded, trying to concentrate on stitching up the wound. "You're young, shows that young people can actually do something in life."
He finished stitching up the wound a little while later, standing up from where he was kneeling. "Thanks, I- Dean." He extended his hand for him to shake, reaching out and doing so.
"Castiel." He said with a small smile on his lips.
"Nice to meet you, Cas."
