Mikkish then immediately marched to the dorm building, across a paved path which cut through a courtyard where students were hanging around, studying, chatting, and one guy was even practicing pickup routines.

The actual dorm building looked amazing from the outside. It looked more like an old mansion than a simple dorm building. It stood 4 stories tall, not including any basement, and was southern style.

When Mikkish made his way up to his room, however, he saw the place wasn't too roomy. Two bunk beds stood, crammed into a little room with two dressers also packed in, leaving only enough room to in between the bunk beds and between the dressers and bunk beds. And a guy from the trip here had already taken a bed.

"Oh, wassup, Leon?" Mikkish asked, kind of disappointed in the cramped up space. The trailer he used to live in was...well, a fucking trailer in a fucking trailer park full of druggies and "gangsta" wannabes, but at least it had more room than this.

Of course, Mikkish quickly forgot about that when he saw a gun sitting on the table.

"Dude!" Mikkish said, picking up the revolver "This yours?" He said, cocking it. He loved guns, though he was never formally trained with them.