"I like yours better. It's not as common as mine," she replied.
Oh good. She had gotten to the prison safehouse. It wasn't how she'd expected to get there, but that wasn't the point. At least she could rest easier knowing that she hadn't been eaten by zombies just yet, and had made it to her destination.
Allison's eyebrows furrowed again and her gaze flickered to him again as he asked if she remembered what happened. She let out a bit of a huff, but let her expression soften back to a more neutral one before nodding. "Yeah. Vividly." She pushed some loose hair behind her ear, before lifting the blanket to check out her ankle. "The last thing I remember was a smelly old couch."
She assumed that either Silas was a medical professional or that there had been a medical sort in to see her between her arrival at Sing Sing and that moment. Her ankle had been bandaged. She wasn't sure if they'd given her pain medication or not, but it didn't hurt as bad as it had the last time she was conscious, so she didn't say anything about it. If it became unbearably painful, she'd say something.