wingless"Fucking bastards." Raffe glanced up at the black skies, one hand on his shoulder as if to comfort himself on what happened not ten minutes earlier. There was no movement; not even the crickets or midnight birds dared to stir the bleak atmosphere. That was to be expected, though, considering the apocalypse had started a little over three weeks ago. With winged terrors picking off stragglers at night, there was no way any sane, weak human would wander the streets after the sun set. winglessBut Raffe wasn't a weak human being. winglessHe peeked again at the sky from where he hid behind the dumpster. Scattered clouds, fingernail moon, broken streetlights. No electricity in any of the houses. Did an angel or demon shut down this part of the city? His ears could hear darkened whispers and heavy breathing all around, but no noise of the supernatural. Good sign. winglessNumbness began setting into his back. The slick thickness of blood drenching his clothes and painting his skin was something he couldn't ignore; as mystical and powerful as his body was, Raffe would be easy pickings for vultures if he didn't find a place to rest up and allow his body to heal. winglessAnd all of this could've been avoided. wingless"Fucking. Bastards." winglessThe dumbest move would be to walk around the streets. With him oozing out liquid life, any human who was looking for resources or meat would attack him instantaneously -- or worse, they might come back. winglessGrunting, Raffe forced himself up, ignoring the stabbing of pain. It felt weird to be walking on his feet. Normally he'd be flying, but that wasn't a possibility any more, he thought bitterly. Without the extra weight on his back, trying to balance himself was more difficult that he first imagined, but using walls and forcing his body to move no matter what was a good a plan as any, however haphazard it was. Using the backroads and darkened alleyways, he dragged his feet to through darkness and avenues until he reached the edge. winglessAcross the street was a house -- not the best looking, nor was it in particularly great shape, but maybe that would deter other people. It looked ransacked, bare as bones. winglessChecking the skies and the streets, Raffe took a deep breath and mustered whatever life was still kicking in him and dashed across the road, into the house.