Home, I think (open)

Giles walks into the barracks and sees not many taken bunks. He puts his very few possessions on an open one. Three he counts, only three taken beds. So I'm the fourth member to this "family," Giles thinks to himself. Probably the smallest cohort in the entire Camp. Giles smiles at this. Giles like human companionship just not large group of people. He puts his Atari shirt that he came into Camp with somewhere near his bunk. He did not see much to tell him about the people he is going to be living with, probably the rest of his life, around. So Giles lies down on what is now his bed and waits for so someone to come into the barracks.