Cody was further surprised by the quick welcome he received. It seemed this little old hotel was basically still working like one. He removed his helmet and clipped it to some webbing on his armor, glancing over the rooms quickly before deciding on the second one down the hallway.
"Tennessee. Well, Texas actually. Both."
He replied, ducking out of his rifle's sling and setting it in the corner of his room. 
"I'm from Tennessee but I was stationed at Fort Hood when everything started. My unit was guarding a Refugee Camp for a while, but a few weeks ago we got overrun. The only other camp nearby was outside New Orleans, so I came here to join up with them."
He shrugged,
"They went down not long after mine, so, here I am."
Cody shucked off his vest and set it next to his rifle, now wearing only his uniform (with the Medic's cross patch visible on his chest) and M9 in a thigh holster.
"What about you and Hazel? And this place?"
He asked curiously, looking around the nicely looked after building.