He shrugged and tossed her the extra back pack. "Just put whatever you find helpful in here, but if the manga is not in english. You bet your candy ass I'll never be able to read it. Speaking of Japaneese... You think your homeland go it too? Do you miss your family?" He asked leaving the dresser. There was nothing of use to him. Knowing she would follow him. "You know, I wanna see zombies high on marujuanna." He smiled slightly on his little random thought. He headed into this next dorm room and just saw blood almost everywere. "I guess and severe emo who cuts themselves lives here. Decided to go for the throat this time." this time it was a sadistic joke. The first drawer he opened had a few bottles of hard liquor. "We can use these for fire fuel." He took off his back pack and opened it up. Storing the bottles in there. He looked up and saw a picture in a frame. Sure, it hade blood splattered on it, but he picked it up and looked at it.