He took a pieces of glass off the child's chest, placing one in the child's pocket. "Just a piece of me to you I guess." Taking the cigarretes and alcohol, he chucked them with all of his eighteen year old strength. His eyes looked at the sun and blinking he looked down. "My...what an odd child. I guess I should probably try to take him to the medical wing and say I found him on the ground of the forest..."
Taking one of the books, he wondered what were they.
Taking one of the books, he wondered what were they.