C16 Don't Scream.

MIYAs POV...

The annoying sound of someone banging metal poles together rouses me from my gas-induced slumber. The surface beneath me is cold, hard and rough. The air smells foul, like, rotting flesh and instantly the brutal flashbacks of burnt, decomposing bodies left out in the open on the streets of Earth come back to me like a bad hangover on a Monday morning.

"Wake up, pretty little thing