[b]Cody - The Pub - Meghan & Hazel[/b]

Cody listened attentively to Meghan's story, nodding at certain parts and considering the implications of them. 
"Alright, I guess I'll get unpacked and settled in. Thanks again for your hospitality."
He said with a smile, going to open up his large backpack, a red cross patch on the back designating it a medical bag. He went over some of his equipment and supplies and checked everything for damage or depletion. He cast a quick glance across the room again then immediately decided what changes he wanted to make. He drew the curtains over the little window, moved the chest of drawers next to the door (so it could be tipped over as a barricade if necessary) and placed his things around the bed furthest from the door, adjusting the sheets so they hung down on the side visible from the door, concealing whatever might be underneath. In this case, his backpack and body armor, but in an emergency he could slip underneath and out of sight until whatever assailant was present had moved on or turned his back. Finally, Cody penned the sheath of his bayonet between the boxspring and mattress, the hilt outwards so he could grab it quickly from his bed. 

Once he was done, he took a look around and smiled a little, happy with his new situation in life. It seemed almost too good to be true.
[I]Watch them turn out to be cannibals and I'M for dinner, or a pair of serial killers, or con artists, or suicide cultists or SOMETHING sinister.[/I]
He thought to himself semi-sarcastically, unzipping his uniform jacket and hanging it up. It was surprisingly warm and cozy in the little hotel and as he stepped out into the hall he could smell rice and cheese from downstairs. He loved rice. And cheese was nice too. 
[I]Fuck it. I've been watching too many movies. This place is awesome![/I]