The dark shadows slowly faded to broken down homes, dirty cracked windows and boarded up doors. Paige sighed, wandering through the alleyways. She stared at the many abandoned buildings, shadows of what they once were. As she walked down the familiar route to her apartment she stopped for a moment, as she always did. It seemed that she couldn't pass one without glancing at the words painted across the faces of the buildings. Haunting messages to those who remained in the town. A cold chill played across her spine as she read the desperate messages flashing in the cold blue light of the storm. The scene had a nightmarish look to it, as if the words were written in blood instead of paint. Perhaps they were…

Paige shook her head vaguely, her cobalt eyes flashed with an ill sense of knowing. After a moment or two longer she regained her composure, and picked up her pace, eager to get home. There was something incredibly unnerving about wandering through the alleys at night, with only the scattered street lights as her guide.

Moku ran through the alley, His shoes making hardly any sound on the black pavement. His black hair was dry, and a few loose strands fell in front of his red eye, and his blue eye. He saw design's on the walls, or was it his imagination? He ran all the faster, pushing himself to his limit. Out of nowhere, a dark shadow melted from the walls and came walking toward him. Without even thinking, he threw himself to the side, to avoid hurting her or him. He crashed into grimy trash cans, and the garbage rained down on him.