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T h e  Q u e e n s  ●  J . F . K  I n t e r n a t i o n a l  A i r p o r t | T e r m i n a l  B u i l d i n g #4 - S e c t o r  Q 1 3


Gunshots, orders, soldiers shouting and explosions woke Seb up. Alarmed and breathing heavily, it took a while for him to calm himself down and understand the situation, where he was and what happened. 
Everything that happened was only a blurry memory on his mind. He remembered only getting down of the plane, chaos, screams and people simply falling down dead or transforming themselves on strange creatures, hunting and killing others.
Seb could still feel the lingering pain, his night wasn't exactly “pleasant” due to his transformation. The entire night his bones snapped as his body changed radically, bleeding out as his skin started to be punctured by things from inside out...
Moving, hell, even opening up his eyes was painful. 
Still with his eyes closed, he sat down on the ground, his bones snapped loudly as he did so, painfully getting back to place. "I suppose its time for me to open my eyes..."  he thought to himself. The first thing that he saw was dry blood, his own blood, painting what remained of his now torn and ruined clothes and the ground with a dark crimson color. "What happened here... That explains why I'm... ugh... feeling so weak and... so... so... hungry..." he thought to himself, putting what he thought it would be his hands on his face. Jumping back, alarmed as he felt long feathers and sharp claws touching his face.

"Claws and a... w-wing?" he mumbled in shock, looking to his own arms, now wings. His surprised expression quickly changed. Many would panic and get scared by seeing their own body suffer such a dramatic change, but Seb was in fact smiling as he slowly got up, stretching and looking at his own body. Beautiful gray feathers that resembled those of a Harpy Eagle (Harpia harpyja) covered his entire body. His feet turned into powerful claws, its black talons reflected the artificial light from the ceiling lamp in a wicked way, he was almost scared to touch them. On the base of his spine, long flight feathers (rectrices) almost touched the ground. His arms turned into wings, with two claws on its end. Although he still could move these "fingers" freely, the loss of his other fingers would prove to be quite annoying. His face remained pretty much the same, with the exception of his teeth. Sharp and pointed teeth adorned his mouth, ideal to a carnivore diet, they hinted that Seb would have to adopt a... different cooking style. He hadn't noticed it yet, but his smile was very unnerving with those sharp teeth. Probably it would be a good idea to not smile near other humans...

Spinning around with a big smile on his face, his feathers ruffled up, as he tore what remained of his now ruined clothes off and cleaned himself from his own blood. For him, he wasn't "naked", his feathers provided him all the protection from the environment he needed, clothes were both necessary and irritating, as they prevented him from moving freely. Maybe others would disagree, but for Seb, his slender, light and elegant new body was beautiful, it wasn't something to be ashamed of. The change on his mood was very radical. Seb was suffering from severe depression before, now he was smiling and filled with joy. Everything that was happening, although it could be somewhat scary, were welcome changes for Seb. He was given a new life, a completely new body. The old life he despised was no more.
Some would think that Seb was crazy to be glad with the "new world". Maybe he was, but we all are a little crazy deep down inside, aren't we? He was only being honest with his own feelings.

But Seb's body wasn't the only thing that had changed... Looking around from inside the security cabin, J.F.K International Airport was completely different. Blood and entrails, both human and feral painted the walls and floor, feral creatures that resembled humans feasted themselves on human corpses, eating them voraciously or ran towards the gun sounds.
These creatures couldn't be called humans anymore... Any semblance of humanity or human thought were long gone. Their existence apparently resumed to feed, kill and hunt, only the most basic of instincts drove these feral creatures, not even self preservation instincts were present, as they threw themselves on obstacles, including walls, until breaking them. Looking to the other side, he could see men in military outfits, very well armed and equipped. Apparently the Marine Corps had the Airport under lockdown. Very well armed and equipped, they even had some APCs and a few other armored vehicles parked outside. They were currently cleaning up the rest of the ferals inside the airport. It was a tiring task, but it needed to be done. By some reason, the ferals were attracted by the sound of guns and tirelessly tried to destroy the barricade build by them and penetrate the little base they built there. They were still far from the security cabin, but their progress was steady as they moved through the airport, killing every feral on their way. Soon they would be near Seb. He had to make a choice, and there was not much time left, maybe 30 minutes or so. Would the Marines help him, or shoot him on sight? He was definitely different from the ferals with their cracked skin, black veins marking their bodies and their black eyes, but he wasn't exactly a human as well... People very often feared and hated what was different from them, what they didn't know.
The clock was ticking, make a choice: sneak away or stay.

"So hungry... I need to find something to eat... Soon." he mumbled as his stomach growled. Between him and the Marines that were patrolling the area, dozens of ferals feasted voraciously on corpses in a macabre banquet, while others ran to attack the Marines, who kept their steady advance.
Before going out, Seb looked around the security cabin, trying to find anything useful. Sadly, everything that could be useful for him right now was already taken, probably by the guards themselves or the Marines. Almost giving up and going away, a metallic shine caught his attention near the door. It was a police issue revolver, an S&W Model 19 with six bullets on the cylinder. Surely that would be useful for him. Kneeling down near it he tried to hold it, but for his dismay, the revolver slipped through his fingers, and even trying to hold it with both of his hand was useless. He realized that the weapon would be more dangerous to himself than to the thing he would try to shoot. Carrying it around would be useless, it would be only a dead weight. It was unfortunate, but he would have to let the weapon there. It wasn't like those feral humans could learn how to use it, right? He hoped not. 
Getting up, he grabbed his smartphone, strapped on his leg with an armband. After a considerable time, he successfully put the Bluetooth earphone on his ear. Using the smartphone with his fingers was simply impossible, luckily he had a software to control his smartphone with voice commands. Every news service was offline, calling someone was also useless since he had no signal where he was. The only humans nearby were the Marines, which could either help him or shoot him on sight.

Time was running short, he didn't know for how long the ferals would stay oblivious to his presence in the cabin, and the Marines were closing in, guns blazing as they killed every single feral they could put their eyes on, he needed to move now, and the marines were obviously better than the ferals...
 He thought it would be hard to get used to his new feet, but as soon as he opened the door to try to sneak out of the cabin, it was like he always knew how to move. His body knew how to move himself just like he was chasing a prey as he ran as fast as he could towards the Marines. Sneaking would be useless with so many ferals around. Without realizing, he was running way faster that would be possible for a human body, maybe it was the adrenalin, but his only concern was getting to the Marines to ask for help. With each movement, the smell of blood filled the air. It was strangely arousing... "Come on... Its human meat..." he thought to himself, trying to shrug off those thoughts, but it didn't worked. Every step he gave the smell grew stronger. The noises of meat being torn away by the ferals, the blood painting the floor, the tendons snapping after the ferals bit them... It was maddening, his mind was going blank with all that, not even the gunshots were important anymore. The only thing that prevented him to try to feed himself, the thought that it was wrong to eat human meat, was slowly fading away, giving space only to the hunger he felt.
The smell of meat was so... sweet... so inviting... so alluring...
"No... keep moving... only a few meters more." he thought, gathering all his willpower to keep moving. Every cell of his body was screaming for food. His instincts were as strong as ever, it took him a good deal of willpower to keep moving towards the marines.

When he got 50m away from the Marines, he put his wings on the back of his head to tell them he wasn't hostile. "I mean no harm, please don't sh-" he shouted, but was suddenly interrupted by a terrifying scream, as a feral charged towards him with a severed limb on its hand, blood splattering out of it. Moving by pure reflex, he jumped out of the feral's way, which surprisingly, kept charging, now towards the Marines.
As the feral kept charging, human blood from the limb splattered on Seb's face, apparently it was from a fresh kill, as it was still warm.
Seb was already hungry and he was fighting his instincts to ignore all the human flesh, but with those drops of blood, the last bit of his willpower to resist his powerful instincts faded away.
It was sweet, the scent was absolutely intoxicating. He could almost feel his teeth sinking into the soft and warm meat, cutting through the meat and muscles, severing blood vessels and cutting tendons as they snapped away like rubber band, breaking through bones, revealing the marrow inside... As these thoughts invaded his mind, his instincts overcame his reason.
He couldn't hold them anymore.

His eyes focused on the feral, following every movement he made, his leg muscles tensed up as his talons dug into the concrete ground. His mind went completely blank as he ran towards the feral. His powerful legs and his lightweight frame easily outpaced it.
Although he didn't knew how to fly yet, he could use them to jump higher than normal as it was evident due to the way he jumped high into the air. Diving into the feral in with an incredible momentum, due to the speed he was running before he jumped, his talons sunk into the feral's neck as he fell over it, knocking it down and standing over it. His powerful claws strangled the creature while it trashed under his feet. With a horribly loud snapping noise, he could feel the feral's spine breaking under his feet, as his talons sunk deep into its neck, penetrating flesh and bone alike. A blood chilling, vicious bird-like cry echoed through the terminal as Seb kept holding the feral under its grasp as it trashed and tried to free itself from his grasp, but Seb kept a firm grip on the creature, using its wings to balance itself on top of it.

*BANG*
A heavy caliber shot explodes the creature's head, making it stop trashing and moving. The soldiers kept Seb under their aim, unsure on what to do with the strange creature.

Seb knelt down to grab the severed limb, oblivious to the shot that just killed the creature but was interrupted by another heavy caliber shot that hit the ground near him.
"CEASE FIRE!" an order is shouted by one of the soldiers, apparently, he was the First Lieutenant in charge of that whole operation, responsible for the decision of putting the airport under lockdown. 
Snapping out of his trance, Seb gives two steps back and puts his wings under his head.
"Please don't shoot... I mean no harm! The enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn't that what they say?" he said, trying to persuade them
"I woke up and things already were like this, i don't even know what is happening, and i'm so hungry... I need some meat... urgently." Seb said, his voice getting weaker and weaker, until he fell on the ground.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, the last thing he remembered was the Lieutenant barking some orders as the soldiers approached Seb with caution, still keeping their weapons aimed at him.
He could only hope that they believed on his words, seeing him not as a threat, but as an ally, he had helped them to kill a feral after all...

Shai

Interacting with: @Bright_Ops@Deos Morran

"I think this will do it." Shai said to herself, after looking at herself on the mirror.
"It is a little big for me but its not uncomfortable."

Getting down the stairs, she saw Draco and Lusius, the later already with some tools, getting ready to work. It was already getting late, but they probably still had time to do some considerable work.

"Don't laugh!"
"I did what I could to not look like a silly clown." she said with a smile. "They are very comfortable though..."

"So, how can I help you? I can lift heavy things with my magic, cut or punch holes into things with my dices, I can create a time bubble to make the time flow faster or slower in a given area or given person, I can also heal, but I don't think you will need it, after all building isn't as dangerous as fighting a horde of evil gnomes!" she said, giggling.

"Alright, the sooner we clear up a place to set up some shelter, the sooner we can get some sleep and rebuild this place in the morning..."

"I can get back here to help you guys tomorrow after you wake up." she said
"I have already given you both too much work, I don't want to bother you by sleeping here."

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