"Hmm… where are we?" Roel stood up after moving Gracie head from his shoulder. He glanced at his injured hand which was wrapped by a piece of cloth.
Though it still pained, the fact that this girl tore off her own dress to tend to his wound was kinda touching. He threw a look back at her. She was asleep like a child in a big cartoon box from which he came out.
He remembered they hopped inside a truck back and then hid inside a cartoon box but right now they weren't inside a truck. It was rather a big space like a storage house.
"Hey, wake up". he slightly touched her head with his index finger but it didn't affect her in anyway.
She was sound asleep like lazy girl.
He frowned and in irritation bit his lips, "Are you going to wake up or not? I will leave you here if you won't".
