Cole's breaths of precious oxygen came ragged and seared his throat. He had escaped the Jester, which was definitely an improvement upon his previous situation. But he had heard [i]something[/i] howl off in the distance that sounded vaguely human. And very, very angry. 

Still, Cole had gotten what he had came here for. The Capital, or at least the roof of it, was now reduced to scorched rubble. The blast was large enough to hear for blocks and Cole's ears were still bleeding from it due to his lack of protection whenever it went off. Cole couldn't run forever though and he knew that he was going to tire out before whatever chasing him was.

He couldn't remember how many alleys he had dashed down through, nor how many lefts or rights he had taken. All he knew was that he found himself in the middle of an abandoned trainyard. He had been running for miles, a dozen at least, and while abandoned trainyards weren't exactly an ideal 'hideout' in Cole's mind, he had to stop somewhere. He slaked his thirst from running by drinking from an abandoned water hose nearby that was previously used to wash out the train cars, and while the water tasted dirty, it also tasted like Life. 

After his thirst was quenched, Cole found a homeless camp and with his current ragged and bloody appearance, he fit in perfectly. With everyone huddled inside of a renovated train cart for warmth, Cole stole a greedy bite from the loaf of bread that they were passing around and rested his head against the cool metal of the cart. 

"Y'all hear dose explosions at ther Capital?" an elderly vagrant ranted as the loaf of bread was passed around. "It's ye end times, that's what I'm telling you! It's never too late to repent!"

Cole briefly allowed a smile as he sank into the back of his eyelids. 

"Yeah, I heard about them."

And after that, everything went pitch black and peaceful.