Zain Pov
I sighed, sitting here staring at the f*****g wall. The two boys decided since the adults left they hated each other and split up onto the two bunks, leaving the bench for me. It was fine, it was long enough, and honestly, the beds didn’t look any more comfortable than the bench so it didn’t matter. I stood, stretching as I walked over to the bottom bunk, where the human was. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked him, staring at him. He flinched, pulling his head out of the blanket, his curly black hair curling around his brown eyes as he peered out at me.
“Chris,” he muttered, stuttering as he shivered. Cold, he was cold? At least the blankets looked warm, so why was he cold? I pulled the blanket and he cringed, covering himself with it again, and I sighed. I was right, he
