Entering the training camp, his pack slung over his shoulder, Samuel hoped that he had made the right decision. Scanning the crowd of new trainees, he made his way towards the cabin that the other boys were being directed. Upon entering the cabin, Samuel was handed a uniform in his size. Heading somewhere he could change, Samuel donned the uniform. It felt strange on him, but he shook the feeling off and headed back out into the training compound. There was still some time until they had to meet in the field for the announcement, and so Samuel took that time to explore the compound, taking care to avoid anyone he came across.
After the announcement, Samuel changed back into his older clothes before heading into the mess hall for food. He arrived a little later than most of the new 'recruits' and found, to his displeasure, that there were no empty tables. Sighing inwardly, Samuel got his food and then looked around the room. Moving to the corner of the room across from the entrance, Samuel sat on the floor, placing his tray in front of him. He kept his back against the corner so that he could see the whole room as he ate. He earned a few curious looks from people for sitting on the floor, but he didn't care. Samuel was always more comfortable by himself, and this way he could keep an eye out for trouble.
Midway through eating, he noticed a minor food fight break out. Shaking his head sadly, Samuel turned his attention back to his dinner. It didn't take long before an officer came in and put a stop to the fight, and soon after the trainee's began filing back towards the cabins. Finishing up his meal and making sure that he left nothing behind, Samuel waited for the room to clear a little before he made his way towards the cabins as well...