Zeke woke to the sun shining in his eyes. He jumped down from the branch he was sleeping on, then tucked in his wings through the slits in his jacket. He found his way to the road trying to figure out where he was. His wounds were almost healed though they only occurred a few days ago. A gash across his left side, several claw marks down his arms and a stab wound in his chest. The list goes on. He didn't remember where he was, or where he came from, only escape and them... He decided to wait for someone to pass, forgetting his fading ability.