[Poggio]

This was turning to one hell of a morning. He knew fate could not leave him happy. He inched closer to the door, only to confirm his suspicions. He crouched down near the entrance in the shadows, hoping that his stomach would not give his position away. He listened keenly to the conversation, not quite sure what was going on. Just when he thought it was safe to go outside it wasn’t. From the sounds of the conversation outside the building, not only was he surrounded but also one of them sounded like a creature he didn’t wish to encounter. Not with his precious cargo. His hand instinctively went over his bag.

He looked for an alternative escape route when it seemed the wall suddenly collapsed. He moved out of the way but not in time to avoid most of the wall. He looked up in time to see two bodies flew through the wall along with a blonde fellow. He said something that Ezra couldn’t quite understand since his ears were ringing from the crash. He crawled from the wreckage, seeing bodies flying, spontaneously combusting wailing in agony around a flaming human. It was too much The smell of burning flesh made his insides churn, luckily his body had no food source to draw vomit from. If he hadn’t of been hit with bricks he would have sworn he was dreaming. He decided to escape the Quails Tavern lest the flaming being burned down the remains.

He crawled to the back of the building when the strange man started to make some king of speech about a girl and humans. When he reached the back of the building stumbling blindly to the sewers. Hoping that Mr combustible and his friends were smart enough not to follow him. He sank below depths of the city. He navigated his way to the slums using a route he had taken so many times in sticky situations. From there he was most likely to make his way to the market. He let his hands guide him along the walls since his eyes were pretty much useless. Eventually the morning light cascaded through tiny circular holes telling him he had found what he was looking for. He climbed at latter pushing the covering aside.

Ezra took a deep inhale of the smog ridden air. It tasted better then sewer and as most likely as deadly as the ash of human remains. His body shivered at the thought of the flaming man, and the blonde. To think that such people existed, merciless killing machines. Around the alleyway other listless life forms emerged, milling around with distant glossed over eyes. If he didn’t make eye contact they would most likely not see him. Tilting his hat to shadow his face he walked till he found a tavern open for breakfast. At last his stomach let out a relieved growl.