(Gonna re-post what we have.)
The night was cool, damp, causing a ripple of goose bumps on whatever open flesh was exposed to it. Of course it was not yet winter and this weather was not yet to be expected, so people were still foolishly going out in thin clothes, only to dash back into their warm houses in the end. The large city – known only as the Coterie was the centre of human civilization, located in the spot in which Canada and the USA would have once folded onto one another. Being the citadel of humanity meant that the numbers within the city were great, and altogether equaled a population of about 2.2 billion citizens. Though the city was large, it was still small enough to have to require outrageously sized structures to contain all the humans. It seemed as if, if you stood on the rooftops of some of the highest buildings you would be able to see heaven's gates.
In the heart of the Coterie there was a young man making his way through some of the (many) back-alleys that were spread over the city. His hands remained in his pockets as he knew that the wind would turn his pale flesh into blood-red. His breath was visible, and stormed out of his mouth with each lacking breath he took. The air was dense tonight, and oxygen was hard to come by, making the boy have to take deeper breaths to try and keep his body functioning properly. His shuffled his shoulders inside his fleece jacket trying to warm them up with friction, but the night air seemed to remove whatever chance he had of warming up at all, instead he'd be forced to brave the cold, like he had been for the last hour or so. Already his face was showing signs that he was not in the proper temperature, as his nose was turning a bright red, as well as his cheeks flushed. His green eyes scanned the trash covered alleyway as he made his ways into the depths of darkness that lusted for him to come into their arms.
The man continued to make his way through the alley as he knew that he needed to meet up with a gang of sellers that he had been speaking with for the past while. He had done what they had asked, infiltrated the base of their enemy a gang known as "The Red Riders". Though the con-man rarely got into gang issues they had offered him a great sum of money for whatever information that he could collect, and as such he was going to reveal the info that he had gathered. True, it was probably going to be less than they were expecting, though his cover had been blown and he had to leave the RR's territory before they turned his bones into soup or something... The man wasn't known for his cowardice, though he had rational sense to know when to not stick around somewhere. Especially not when it was just for a lousy job.
When he got to the back-alley that he had been looking for he was surprised when he found no one. His eyes narrowed, what was going on. That was when he felt something hit his shoulder, something hot and wet. Touching his finger against it he could see that it was a darker colour, maybe red... It almost seemed like... like blood. Looking up he saw what abomination had been lying in wait for him, a canine looking thing with about twenty eyes on its head was floating in the air above him, supported by large leathery wings. In its talons was the body of Joey- the man that he was supposed to be selling the information to. Suddenly the man saw as the horror grew a gnarled smile, showing sharp bright white fangs oozing with blood; Joey's blood no doubt. "... Micah..." He heard his voice in a whisper come from the beast, as it suddenly launched down towards him, dropping the body of the gang member as he did so. Micah horrified began to ran, pushing his body as fast as he could, blood pumping all through him. He had never known such horror in his life, and everything within him seemed to be screaming at him, telling him to move faster, and faster, even though he was propelling himself as fast as his body would allow. He continued to run until he came to his first challenge, a large barbed fence which was cutting off this sector of the alleyway. Micah couldn't stop running though, because if he did he would no doubt become that thing's next victim... It was an easy choice of what needed to be done.
Leaping up onto the fence he quickly began to make his way up, only tensing when he was forced to grab onto the barbed wiring, which sliced through his hands like butter. Howling in pain he jumped down onto the other side, the creature still close behind him, and gaining speed with every moment that he wasted. He started to run again, not taking his eyes off of the monster which easily flew over the fence which he had wasted so much time on. It had given the beast an easy advantage. His heart pounding he knew that this would no doubt be the end of him. Whatever this creature was it was going to end his life.
He had no way of knowing that this was only the beginning.