Running through the remains of the city streets, Damian cursed the world government for their stupidity. Having leveled the entire city. It made his life infinitely more difficult, especially when it came to finding his charge. And that was even turning into a growing brain hemorrhage.

Having been a few hours since the bombing concluded. He wasn't too sure if Spirit or the infected girl were still alive. Maybe he should just go home?

Pausing where he stood as his phone rang, Damian frowned pulling it out of his pocket and answering it. "Hello?"

"Hey fucker, I have been trying for the last couple of hours to get ahold of you with the information you wanted." The hostile voice of Katana assaulted his left ear. If the man spoke any louder, he was sure the noise alone would be enough to attract the attention of any nearby undead that were still left.

Having almost forgotten about even asking his associate about it. He quickly ran through the events of the day to recall.

"Right, what information did you find on the kid?" Damian asked keeping his eyes peeled on the now derelict surroundings. Last thing he needed was a deadly surprise.

"Not much given his near non-existent presence in our world, but the Horseman that you were instructed to bring him to. Well that's a whole 'nother can of worms in its own. He is the Second strongest of the four horsemen, and is the closest to the king. His name is Clithe." Katana went on. The more he spoke, the more Damian's blood went cold.

"Something doesn't add up here...There was an infected sent to basically protect him and ensure that he lives, I was sent to go and retrieve him and bring him to an Infected that is a personal confidant of the current king..." The more Damian voiced his thoughts, the more the pieces began to fall into place. "He has to have the Z1 gene..."

"Sounds like you are in quite the predicament. If he is human right now, and surrounded by all that. Something tells me there is more to the kid than just having the Z1 gene. Which man, I would hate to be you if something happens to the kid." Katana laughed almost as if that were the morbid punchline to his joke.

"Thanks for the information Katana, I'll see you soon." Damian spoke quickly ending the call as he continued his search with increased fervor.

Coughing up blood Xandria groaned as for the first time in as long as she could remember, her body cried out in pain. It was a sensation she wasn't too fond of, but it was probably worse for Spirit. Carrying him on her back, she hadn't been able to get to him fast enough to shield him from the rubble, or from the continued explosions.

His body a mangled mess, it was a miracle that he was even alive. Well in this case barely alive given the severity of his injuries. Finding a clearing that seemed to be safe enough for her to set him down. She placed his body as gently as possible upon a relatively flat surface  taking in the sight of his body. He probably had way too much broken bones in his body to even function, and the internal damage to life sustaining organs was probably too much for him to handle. Much less survive.

What could she do? There was only one thing she could do, and to do it. She'd have to let him die. Was it really a good idea?

Letting out a pained groan Spirit opened the only eye that still functioned well enough for him to see. Weakly looking up to Xandria he saw the amount of damage she'd sustained from when the building fell down upon them. The last thing he remembered was squeezing the trigger of the gun...and killing Hana.

Feeling tears well up within his eyes, he knew that his body was completely wrecked, or well more to the point dying. As the cold sensation he felt in his body increased growing deeper. If he could move he would've made the attempt to warm himself.

"C..cold." Spirit croaked out using all the energy he could muster to speak. Upon even doing that he felt himself weakening as whatever energy he had left quickly dwindled when he spoke.

Realizing what he must've meant, Xandria removed the cloak she had on placing it over his body hoping to help keep his body at least warm him enough to keep him alive.

"What do you need Spirit?" Xandria questioned needing some kind of instruction, she was better at taking life than she was at saving it, and she hadn't particularly learned how to take care of injuries.

What did he need? She must've been joking when she asked that. He needed medical treatment, needed medicine, something to end the intense pain he felt. Or was it pain?

His brain was so foggy at this point he could barely put two and two together. Much less try to figure out how to explain to someone how to even begin the medical process. Which if he knew that much he'd probably would've told her how to begin if he hadn't been so messed up.

Wanting to speak out, he felt himself unable to even muster that much as the overwhelming sense of fear washed over him as reality finally hit, and it hit hard.

He was going to die. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.