It had been about a day since Kol and Remi had escaped the camp.  She leaned into him, for support, as they limped along.  Her small, 5ft, frame was hunched slightly as if it hurt to stand up straight.  There was enough bruised discoloration across her body that it was hard to tell what her skin tone actually was.  The rest was littered with cuts and dried blood.  Her left eye was completely swollen shut, her bottom lip had a nasty gash, and her nose looked as though she had had a nose bleed but didn't bother to clean it up.  They hadn't had time to stop and rinse themselves off.  The demons had been hot on their trail the entire time.  She had instructed the ones from the camp not to get too close, just close enough to keep them moving, but the ones in the city didn't understand that she was on a job.<br/><br/>She kept up with the angel, Remi.  She knew that he was shortening his longer strides so that her smaller legs would be able to keep up.  She hated that she even seemed this weak and pathetic, but she was good at her job and she would do what she needed to do to get the job done.  This angel had held out for a long time and she knew that he held more information than he was letting on.  She would play the meek, abused little human until she got the information that she needed.  She figured it would take some time so she needed to get used to the idea of acting like the small little human that she looked like in this form.<br/><br/>As they had gotten closer to the city, she feigned amazement at what she was seeing.  After all, this human she was portraying had been born into the demon camp and had never seen a city like this even if it was destroyed.  Even as a demon, before the war, she hadn't been able to spend much time above ground, but she had enjoyed the place in the time she had.  She actually missed the way it used to be.<br/><br/>She appropriately startled and clung to him at any sound that came close to making her think that a demon may have been too close.  She did not, however, make any sounds that would give them away.  Growing up surrounded by demons, she would have learned very quickly how not to draw attention to herself.  They moved along as silently as possible through the debris and rubble of the buildings around them.  She could smell the demons, or more accurately, the sin that literally seemed to drip from them.  They weren't noticed at first, but soon she realized that they were being followed.  It wouldn't do for them to blow her cover this soon.<br/><br/>The closer they got to the hospital, the more there were around them.  It made sense as the remaining humans would seek out medical supplies just as they were doing right now.  She squatted down behind a fallen pillar as Remi moved ahead a little to check for a clear route.  They were surrounded.  Two behind them, four more a floor or so up, and two more towards the direction that he was looking.  She turned her head and looked behind them, seeing the black eyes watching her.  She barred her teeth in a silent growl, her eyes burning like flames in a warning to back off.  This one was hers.  They knew what she was.  Zabaniyaa.  Her rank was well above theirs and she wouldn't tolerate poaching.  There was a slight nod before their scent began to grow fainter.<br/><br/>With the clear from Remi, they moved into the hospital.  They needed to get to the higher floors, away from the demons lurking so close to the ground.  The climb up was difficult with their injuries and they had to find places where the ceiling had caved in instead of stairs sometimes.  The stairs had been completely blocked by rubble on some of the floors.  Remi helped her, despite his own injuries, like the good little angel he was.  By the time they had reached the sixth or seventh floor, some of her wounds had reopened and she was dripping blood onto the floor.  She whispered, her voice sounding weak, "Is this far enough, Remi...?"