Who: Logan (open to anyone at the church or he can go unnoticed.) What: Succumbing to exhaustion. Where: The church When: A few days after he went feral Rating: TBD Status: Work in progress
After the fight with Deadpool he needed time and a lot of it to heal properly. From the observatory he'd ran. when he stopped he pulled and tugged at his clothes, a card fell from his pocket and he picked it up. He couldn't make it out, his mind too fuzzy but he could scent the card. In his feral state his senses heightened even further. After studying the scent that wasn't his on the card he started to search for the scent as he ran.
He could hear voices in his head and remembered she mentioned it being a place of protection. Maybe if he went there he could rest, if only for a little while. He was confused and baffled. When he caught up to the scent he looked at the enormous church that lay before him.
His clothes were torn from where he'd been stabbed by the swords, his blood staining a good majority of the fabric as well. The taste of gunpowder lingered in his mouth and he could still feel the bullets in his chest floating around. He ran and jumped, his claws digging into the side and he hoisted himself up. He found a way into the structure and hid in an upper room, more like a crawl space. There he curled up and closed his eyes to sleep, and let his body get the rest it craved.