Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20180328181343/@comment-34052734-20180328183532

Clark let out a brief huff, his eyes darting from building to building, searching for at least one light to be on. He needed shelter and if he couldn't get it tonight, he'd have to sleep on the streets and try again tomorrow. There were purple marks under his eyes, but he tried to wave away the tired feeling. He pressed on forward.