Sandy wasn't an engineer. He wasn't entirely certain why he had elected to take a look at the solar cells on the roof of the facility that fed the massive capacitors that powered the labs in case of a blackout. He certainly couldn't make heads or tails of them himself. Maybe it had more to do with the fact that he had to verify what Marie had said for himself. In the half-hour since she'd found him in the lab, he'd grown more accustomed to what had become of his body, though that didn't mean he had to like it. From here, he certainly didn't like what he saw. The campus, and the city beyond it, was in ruins. It was a miracle that the labs were still standing. While some buildings still stood, he could see the crumbled up concrete and steel, and the creatures that now inhabited it. He watched solemnly - in far more detail than he would have liked - as a.... thing seemingly made out of stone beat a creature that looked a lot like Marie to death first with an uprooted tree, then with its... were those fists?

It was as bad as she'd said. But he still could not get a grasp on what had driven these people to this degree of violence...

"I didn't find anyone else," he heard Marie shout, apparently from the front entrance. Somehow, she must have known that it was not just his eyes that had improved.He had to wonder, though, who or what else had heard her. A quick stroll to the edge of the roof confirmed her location. In some ways, he almost envied her; she was several times his size now, she'd managed to remain bipedal while he'd been reduced to crawling on all fours like... "If you're done up there, you should probably get down here so we can find somewhere to hide out until we can figure out what to do." She was clearly taking charge here, a notion that somewhat relieved Sandy. If she was the one thinking about their survival, than he could set his mind to other tasks, such as the possibility of flight, which was being demonstrated by several beings he could make out hovering around the cityscape. [i]I can do that.[/i] This peculiar thought startled him at first; the building was at least sixty feet [about eighteen meters] tall, and if he were to take flight, he would only be going higher. Then he remembered that he wasn't human anymore. His wings unfurled almost reflexively. He felt like he was meant to do this. Like he'd always been. His talons pushed off the side of the roof.

And he flew.

Sandy could feel the air rushing around him as he, rather than falling, glided smoothly and cleanly; it was almost like another sense, built into this body. He could almost 'see' the thermals, the currents, every tiny breeze.He wanted to enjoy this feeling. But he knew he had a job to do. "I'm going to go ahead and scout out the area. I'll be back when I find somewhere safe," he called to Marie, hoping he'd be heard over the wind, before picking a direction and setting off. Finding a temporary haven was only the beginning. He needed power. He needed equipment. And probably most of all, he needed fresh corpses.

He was going to get to the bottom of this. No matter what.