Erion had been walking for what been a hour about... He had seen something fly over, at a distance. He did not actually get to see what it was... He looked around, seeing the devastation of what had happened. The charred ground, corpse of people around. So much death.... so many people he could not have saved. He continued to move forwards, slowly, on his guard, calm. No one... he saw no one else. He could go and try to fallow that copper colored creature from before... but what if it would attack him... It did look strange though. He sighed, and then moved towards where that thing was flying. Just then... he started to smell something. At a distance. He started to move towards the place, only to hear a gunshot. He jumped back and yipped at this. Someone using a weapon... that was worrying him a bit... but intriguing him also. He started to slowly move forwards, careful, hoping not to get shot, wanting to see who actually shot, and hoping that it would not be hostile. He started to smell the air. Blood... blood and the smell of death filled the air. The usual. He shook his head. Why did it always have to be blood and death he was wondering. He slowly started to move more and more, only to see another human at a distance. He could not see who it was or the features, but it looked human. And he smelled the odor of blood. Maybe that was the human that shot earlier. Thank god he had good ears now... He layed low, hearing, listening to what would be said if anything.

[i]Maybe... maybe finally I could speak to someone without having them run away from me... Just hope they would not attack me... I have enough of being alone....[/i] he though to himself. Loneliness was something that was really getting to him. For all his life he been with friends and other people, and now being stuck alone for so long... if he were to stay 1 more week without anyone, he might actually go crazy...