After Nakano asked how they should approach this, Kazuo gave her a deadpan look. To him, there wasn't even anything to consider. [b]"If this is truly a survival situation, then we have to be tactical about every move we make. Especially in cases of mortal danger."[/b] However, she was right about the likelihood they might be attacked again by that strange monster-woman. [b]"But we can't be picky, either. Get whatever food you want. Quick things are best."[/b] His eyes fell on Nakano's schoolbag, and then his own. [b]"We can keep an eye out for backpacks, too, though I'm not sure if a convenience store like this will have anything."[/b]

Feeling that any concerns had been sufficiently addressed, Kazuo started into the aisles. True to his word, he wasn't picky at all and only glanced at a wrapper for about a second before shoving it in his schoolbag. Mostly he stuck to junk food in bags. Not that he would ever eat the stuff normally, but this situation was far from normal. Even if he didn't necessarily like the food, he knew that its convenient packaging and long shelf life were well-suited for survival. 

As he went down the aisles and gradually became more separated from Nakano, he began to feel a chill in his back. On the way to the store, he had kept looking around for any signs of life, wondering when — or if — things would go back to normal. He hoped this was some strange, unexplainable phenomenon that would pass quickly, but having seen nobody other than Nakano and the catgirl the whole morning, he was gradually becoming more assured that he wasn't overreacting or taking this too seriously. This could be a major problem — a life-or-death situation. The realization slowly crept up his back and around his neck like an icy embrace.

After reaching the back of the store, he found something that might be useful. [b]"Miss Nakano, over here."[/b] He wasn't quite sure where they stood in terms of age or standing, and though she probably wouldn't care, he decided to be proper. [b]"Are these what you had in mind for a bag?"[/b]

Kazuo had found a small shelf lined with cheap children's backpacks. Namely, there were only two: a garishly-blue Gundam backpack and an equally-obnoxious pink Hello Kitty backpack. They weren't much bigger than their schoolbags, but they could probably be handled much easier. [b]"Which do you prefer?"[/b]