Why had he decided to play hero? This was such a hassle. Jake continued to drag the psycho through the streets, despite bleeding from several open wounds. He sure hoped he could get that glass out. A difficult task when you don't have hands. Maybe he could get the reformists to get it out for him. By that point the thought of getting help with his own wounds was the only thing that prevented Jake from just leaving Damien's carcass in the middle of the street. He wasn't sure if anyone at his destination would help just any old injured dog that showed up but surely they would have to help the hero dog who dragged an injured meta to their doorstep...He sure hoped so. His wounds would never heal properly if that glass wasn't removed.

Despite the odd nature of a dog dragging an unconscious man through the streets, no one seemed to stop him. He had a feeling most people were preoccupied with the New Sun building collapsing nearby. Although a few people did stop at least briefly to take a photo of the strange scene. Jake only grumbled to himself and continued on his way. Finally he caught sight of his destination. The Reformist Council building. It stood like some kind of massive monument on the land, all shiny and pretty. Jake only rolled his eyes at the thought of the reformists' pomposity, his head going slightly with the movement as he did. Was this building supposed to represent something? The importance of metahumanity? Jake had little time for people who had to use massive symbols like this to display their own importance...But then Jake didn't have much time for people in general.

The final stretch. Jake pushed on towards the main doors, Damien still in his chops. The dog began to feel a twitch in one of his forelegs as he got closer to the doors. Damn it. One of the glass shards had worked it's way into his muscles. Progressively starting to limp, the dog persevered until he reached the doors and realised he could walk no further. He dropped the humans limb from his mouth and slumped forward into a heap. His face was pressed pathetically against one of the glass doors looking into the main lobby and he could see people moving about inside. He had lost so much blood from his wounds and was so weak that he could only muster a small whimper.

So close.

[@Raijinslayer]