As the Thirteenth Dawn stirred awake, Corey calmly observed every single one of them with an indifferent expression, and his gaze lingered on Yara far longer than the others.
His brows were furrowed slightly, and then he nonchalantly shrugged.
The Thirteenth Dawn stirred slowly with groggy and confused expressions.
Kieran was the first to sit up, and his brows creased as his hand rubbed his temple. His gaze swept the room, and he frowned.
"Did we... survive that thing?" he murmured.
Zeke groaned beside him, and then he spoke with a groggy voice like that of a person that had just woken up from a deep sleep.
"Yeah... I think so. I remember... bullets? And that thing. Gods, that bastard thing's face kept changing to my father's."
Aelric didn't speak. Not at first. His eyes roamed his body as he touched several parts of his body, and his eyes flickered in confusion.
"This isn't right."
Kieran looked at him. "What isn't right?"
