Seamus had been walking across stretches of fields and trees for a while now… had to be at least 24 hours. Where ever the facility he’d escaped from exactly was, it was off the beaten path for sure, he’d discovered. He was hungry, tired, and feeling an empty hole in his stomach thinking about Natasha who’d helped him escape. He knew she was dead and it was all his fault, but she’d only wanted him out of there. And here he was. Doing nothing but wandering. [i]Pathetic[/i] he scolded himself, though his face only twitched slightly at the thought.

He was wearing a plain white tshirt, that had been modified to let him wings out of the back. He had a black denim jacket he was wearing that covered his wings, but it was suffocating. He currently had it slung over his shoulders, wings spread a bit to relax them. His normal looking jeans and tennis shoes completed his average look, minus the black feathered appendages of course. 

He started to come across houses in his journey now, though. And although they looked abandoned, he slipped the jacket back on and continued walking. Before long, he approached a population sign with some graffiti on it. [b]Plainfield[/b] it read. Hmm… rather boring, but that probably meant average people lived here. The population count had been sprayed over so he had no idea how many average people be might encounter, but he just dipped his head, black hair falling and brushing his nose, as he continued on in the direction he was headed.