Survival of the Fittest 1

In just a few minutes, Kyrie managed to fix the room the best he could given the current situation and his handicaps. He flipped around the bunk beds into a less awkward position to not take as much space as they otherwise would.

He got the drawers in place alongside the desks and wore some of the more neutral, non-feminine clothes on them, consisting of black jeans and a red shirt, with no heavy winter attire besides a black hood, which he wore immediately. "Guess luck wasn't on my side again…"

It was an understatement of the situation. From the looks of it, four girls used to live in this room, and their clothes were not ideal for him, to say the least—a painful repetition of what happened in the forest months ago with Ingrid.

However, this time it wasn't half as bad, as there was not one living soul to see his pitiful situation, a blessing in disguise… "If I have the time to moan and whine about this type of stuff, I have time to think about serious things."