It seems just as one departs and makes way back to a self-constructed Utopia, leaving behind what was once a 'Wild Heavan', he was now standing before what seemed to be the gate to heaven. In the end he didn't depart from a 'Wild Heaven' but he was walking into one, and simply, hands out and etching against the elaborate French patterns, the man was-<br/><br/>"Knockin' on Heaven's door. . ."<br/><br/>His eyes was staring with a smite a bewilderment but a large toll of interest. Locked in observation as the beast caught sight of its own reflection, the behemoth raged furiously tackled the glossy, raven black, Chevrolet suburban harder than crazed shoppers did against department store mirrors on Black Friday; and mercy that was saying something. As the alarm of the dented car was tremoring through the crowd, the crowd of which, had been paralyzed in disbelief, fear, and soaked in a sea of cold sweat, the monster craned its neck up before letting out a blood curtling call. It was terrible, absolutely terrible! Never in his life had Adrian ever heard of such a unevenly toned voice, its goddamn vocals was off by several notes and it left the sleepy male wishing he could have life autotuned, or able to adjust his ears like a mixer.<br/><br/>On that note, which was what seemed to be very sad and gloomy C minor, but hell it was so off it probably could've been a C major for all he knew, his ears failed him for once. Whatever it was, it left his eardrums howling and apparently he wasn't the only one that was having the urge to sprint as far away as possible. The galore of men and women, some with children, and others with pets, all began run. As if in unison the whole crowd decided to do a reenactment of the scene from Forest Gump, but this time rather than Jenny chanting, it was the echoes of that horrible note. The thing was stupid, well at least by his observations, noises diverted its attention like most multicellular organisms. Suddenly recalling the moment during his Biology course in freshman year, when the load speaker blarred loudly he cursed under his breath. Unimportant or inapproriate thoughts during important situations was always on top.of his list for his college resumes, too bad they all winded up in the trashbin, they would've been perfect reads if he wished to be a comedian.<br/><br/>Running for an old hardware shop in the blink of an eye, Adrian pulls up the steel gates before bringing them down in silence. Flicking on the lights he took a deep breathe and let out a sigh, the sound of fleeing pedestrians wasn't the best type of music and a hardware store not exactly his recording studio, or simply his basement, the boy made his way behind the counter and sat down.<br/><br/>"Plans...food...and booze..." he said, while scribbling gently onto the white plastar walls the exact same words, they were the three steps to his physical survival. "Now the essentials are down...all I need is to start with a plan..." he threw on a serious face, adjusting the bandana over his eyes softly, a small grim fret was forming as he did this. "Although some booze wouldn't be too either..."