"Ahhhh"
The voice emanated as crimson eyes slowly opened, they blinked slightly as the fuzziness waned but the confusion remained.
The ceiling they saw looked quite unfamiliar but the feeling of safety was evident.
Kyrie tried getting off the bed. His muscles still stiff, his thighs still burning as his attention quickly shifted there but even as he tried to look.
His body begged him to stay still as if it might fall apart if he moved anymore.
Kyrie's eyes wandered around as light entered them from the gas lamps that were around the room forcing his slits to squint.
The room around him was sparse and clean. With minimal furniture — it was definitely another of Negan's safehouse's.
The last one they had been at was where he almost lost his life to Rudolf and the other Psion.
That building was gone now, consumed by flames Negan had set before they fled. It was a smart move.
The marshals would investigate the shootings but find nothing but burnt rubble and charred bodies.
