Wellington in the late afternoon was quiet, a ghost of the bustling city it once was. The once urban paradise was slowly being claimed back by nature, one run down building at a time. The Wellington Zoo, a paradise for children once upon a time, was desolate; cages empty, utilities rusted, and looking like a place straight out of a horror magazine. Amidst the enclosures that had become the deathbed of a majority of the animals kept there was a grand statue of a roaring lion. Then, it had been one of the main attractions of the zoo, a great marble statue carved to the liking of the zoo's star. Now, one of the ears was missing, and muck and filth clothed the ferocious animal. Perched on his nose was a small black bird, a raven with a green streak on its left wing.

Alex cawed, and spread her wings. Being in the ruins of the zoo was a strange feeling for her. Being a shifter, it was like she was half-animal, and that half-animal part of her mourned the death that befell those who once lived for entertainment at the establishment. The human part of her, though, found the place absolutely morbid. She loved it.

She flew away from her perch and headed straight for one of the nicer buildings - a bird enclosure. She'd cleaned up the place just a few days ago and made a small cot in one corner. Placed in a rather messy heap above with was her clothes. Shamelessly, as there really wasn't anyone near, she turned back to her human form, naked as the day she was born. She lazily put on her clothes: ripped jeans, dark boots, a Cattle Decapitation band shirt, and a dark grey sleeveless jacket. She slipped on spiked bracelets as she headed out, her footsteps loud in the eery silence.

Once she was set, she found a seemingly stable bench and settled on it, arms sprawled on its back.