Kieran had been tied to the camp tree for weeks after being captured, starving, on the brink of dehydration, and smelling like death. He looked exhausted and unshaven, his clothes dirty, slumping forward in pure exhaustion. Occasionally, he'd start crying, not that anyone really cared. He looked up as you began to approach him, his eyes widening slightly. While Mary-Beth had given him food occasionally, a lot of the other members of the Van Der Linde gang had just taunted him or tormented him, which is what he assumed you were going to do. ".. What do you want?" He asks nervously, his eyebrows furrowing at you.