Like everybody else, he ends up going back to his truck, and getting out his duffel bag of clothes and toiletries and other assorted things. He claims the room closest to the wash room. Unlike Rick, Erik ends up taking the time to get all of his stuff situated, all nice and neat, and the duffel bag ends up on the floor, in some corner, where it wouldn't get in the way.<br/><br/>Then, much like Rick, it was back out to his truck to claim the bottles of drink he'd made, and the food, too. He makes sure to leave his shotgun covered up, though, and the doors to his truck securely locked. The wine is brought into the kitchen, and placed into the fridge alongside the beer; the clear glass bottles have home made labels on them, identifying what they are, with a little stylized<strong>E</strong>on the label, in a circle.<br/><br/>The cardboard container, with its plastic wrap, might strike some as the sort of thing you'd get bulk pastry in; however, their were no store labels on it, just two loaves each of acorn bread and sourdough bread.  Nice, big, plump rolls, with crusty shells and soft insides.<br/><br/>The packets of beef jerky, each carefully measured out to six ounces, and sealed in their own individual plastic bags looked just like the kind of thing you'd buy in a store; but their's no brand or anything on it. Just a small sticky tag that says "Deer Jerky", with the same stylized<strong>E</strong>.<br/><br/>Afterwards, he'd actually lurk around the kitchen, just checking it out; tools, utensils, taking stock of what was in the pantry and stuff.