Mike, unlike most humans makes the wastes his home, with that though comes challenges after challenges, by demons thinking they found an easy target or sometimes by angels that think they found a demon. Either way this is the world Mike knows and now calls home. He fights to survive and to make it to through another day, find the things he lost and to kill the who who made him lose them. He walks through the wastes, with a tattered old cloak that seems to blend in with the surrounding destruction of the wastes. His armor is currently not activated and off as he walks through the wastes, his head slightly down to keep the wind from blowing off his hood and to stop the wind from running over his face. His sword is hidden as best as possible beneath his cloak, which even then one can tell he has something taller then himself on his back, what it is would be hard to say.<br/><br/>Mike looked reached the top of a small pile of ruble and looked out upon the barren destroyed wastes to spoke where he should go as he did need to rest soon. He looked out and saw the church that stood at the top of a hill with light shining down through it, to some it meant hope, to him it was a false light. After all the dark shadows are behind the brightest lights and what better place to hide for a demon as well that wants to lay and wait for an angel. It might be a good place to check out, he thought to himself as he looked out upon it, there might be an angel, demon, or if not something to eat and a place to stay.<br/><br/>He hopped down from the pile of ruble and began to make his way over to the church trying to stay out of sight and be quiet just in case something was out here as well and thought that he might be easy prey. He made his way as quickly as possible to the hill and up to the church keeping low and out of sight, which is hard to do in the wastes. He would slowly creep up to the door and look inside to see if there was anything waiting for him on the other side. As he would do this, he accidentally pushed against the door to much and it began to creek open. He tries to hide back behind the stone wall, as not to be seen by whatever was in there as he saw a shape of something at an alter, but he couldn't tell what. He stayed against the wall, one hand on his sword as he waited to see if it spotted him and was going to come after him.