Devin ducked his head in his hands. IT was close now. He could hear it ripping apart a nearby building. He buried his head and his hands and tried to slow his breathing as he had many times now. *How could this thing scare me. I've faced many a lad bigger and tougher than me, and not a one of em made me feel fear like this.* He set in a corner, letting the sounds pass by. *looks like I'm camping out here for a while.*<br/><br/>He removed his jacket, reveling a tattered black vest. It was the same one he had worn the night of the first attack, and he wore it to remember those he lost that night. Right underneath it was a large scar across his chest. It was his other reminder of that night. A wooden beam had taken a nice chunk out of him, and he had been lucky to survive it. These last three months he had only survived by stealing the supplies he needed from abandoned stores and houses. He had heard rumors of a safe zone on the outskirts of town, but after months of searching, he wasn't sure it existed anymore.<br/><br/>He rubbed the scar above his eye and lightly set his duffelbag down. He would start a fire later and do his training once the creature left. *No sense risking it hearing or seeing me right now.* He thought. He curled up, trying to get a little shut eye while he could. Even if the creature attacked the building he was in, it was doubtful It would find him tonight.