Arturo woke up with a groggy sense of deja vu as he awoke in his bunk, it almost felt like he was at home waking up and seeing the daylight stream through the window. Realizing where he has changed his outlook as he got up out of the bunk bed, he was on the lower bunk - when he got up he saw the room was devoid of people. He slept in and no one had told him, he couldn't remember if he needed to do something or be somewhere but he did find himself dressing rather quickly. In a sleep state he marched onward to the washroom of the barracks, hot was a commodity he was able to tap into. Instead, a cold shower was what Arturo endured as the water washed the young soldier of sleep and perhaps sin.

Once finished, he began to fully dress and afterward he proceeded to the mess hall of the barracks. While it was empty, because of the time of day Arturo quickly scavenged some food. Stale bread and water would do as he nibbled down on the meager meal, passing soldiers spoke about a meeting that was called by the Lieutenant. Shit. Of course, he was going to miss that, getting up with what little bread he had left Arturo made his way to the workshop where the meeting was called but he had stumbled into something rather sinister as he arrived to the workshop.

An older male soldier was harassing a younger, rather smaller female soldier. While the conversation was a bit fuzzy the man followed her into the formation, Arturo quickly followed the man before he finished his rant by spitting at the woman's feet. Gritting his teeth, he tapped the man on the back of the soldier. As he turned, a fist came flying towards his face - stumbling him. [i]"You like mistreating women, scum?"[/i] he growled as he moved forward. The two grappling with each other as they fought right outside the formation of militia members. Perhaps a sign of what's to come.