The sky gave a warning rumble, the first signs of a storm brewing amongst the darkened clouds. That combined with the midsummer heat pounding down onto the earth created a wicked sting of humidity. One that was best avoided if possible. Apollo flexed his fingers underneath his fingerless gloves, tightening the straps on his wrists as he prepared to set off. The cracked pavement glistened with a sheen of crystal droplets, signaling rain had begun to fall. The man checked his watch, 6:50 PM, the post office was about half an hour away, if he’s lucky he might be able to outrun the showers.<br/><br/>Today isn’t his lucky day however.<br/><br/>Midway through the trip the rain has him soaked, his jacket is hugging his flesh for scraps of warmth and the wheels of his motorcycle slap against every puddle. Lightning illuminates the way every few minutes before the sky blackens once again, it’s dangerous but he’s gone too far to stop now. His engine lets out a rumble and Apollo frowns bringing down his hand to stroke at the metal softly, that couldn’t have been a good sign. Gradually his speed starts to decrease and now he’s getting worried, what in the world is going on? His eyes skim toward his speedometer and sees his fuel through the corner of his eye, the little arrow is all the way down pointing pitifully at the red bar.<br/><br/>Eyes nearly popping out of his head Apollo almost narrowly avoids hitting stray branch on the road in his shock, this can’t be right he had more than half  a tank before he came and no way his trip would of taken up so much gas, there had to be a leak somewhere. The man groaned and pulled over onto a dirt patch, the road was empty and he had no idea where the nearest gas station was. His eyes caught a small path leading up to what could be a property, a house somewhere maybe? Asking for help would be his best shot, and he couldn’t wait by the side of the road in this weather. With a sigh he began treading down the path wheeling his bike along with him.<br/><br/>7:15<br/><br/>At first glance he would’ve figured he made the wrong decision, the house is old and seemingly unlivable but as he approaches the noise coming from the place and the cars parked outside tell him otherwise. Maybe he could get help after all. He parks his motorcycle a few ways away and slings his backpack over his shoulder, walking hesitantly towards the building. His instincts are telling him this is a bad idea but he can’t see any other options. As he approached the door he could see the figures of people gathered around, they didn’t seem to be the tenants of the house, maybe this place was some sort of inn? Either way he hung by the door and carefully observed his surroundings, mapping out any possible exits and seeing if anyone was exhibiting suspicious behavior. It seemed they where all waiting to check in some more impatiently than others. Apollo clutched his wallet in his pocket absentmindedly, he was glad he brought some cash this place doesn't look like they accept cards but whatever, he would wait his turn. If this place was even still in service that is.