Flint soared through the sky, the cold air rushing through his hair as he began to return to Barclay. He was carrying a large bag filled with wooden planks, it was what he had been sent out to get after all and as he flew he looked down to the rotten city below, cars overturned and the colours of grey and black swept the land, sometimes broken up by the reds and oranges of fire.

Flint heard gunshots in the distance but took no notice, he was flying far too high and quick to be hit by anything. The shots sounded like a rifle but Flint couldn’t tell which direction. As his arms got tired, he decided he needed to land. The bag was heavy after all and he had been flying for sometime now. He fluttered down and stood on a rooftop, dropping the bag as he sat down panting softly. 

He stretched out his wings then folded them behind his back, sighing gently and nervously looking around. He hadn’t been able to bring his rifle this time around as he knew he would be using both his hands, and its not like he could just loop a rifle around his torso. He hoped to buy a handgun of some kind when he got back, he would probably need some training with it as well and it would cost a good amount. Just as he was thinking to himself, he heard a noise close by. He quickly turned to find one of the infected running towards him, he went for the machete at his belt and quickly unsheathed it ready to hack at the inhuman thing in front of him. 

His arm swung, the metal hit bone then went through to brain matter. The infected fell and Flint removed the blade, panting once again as adrenaline rushed through him.
Flint wiped his blade, grabbed the bag and then soon was flying back once again, it wasn’t long before he was over the walls.