Chapter 8
Later, in the woods…
He looked like hell.
Dried blood stained his face, his five o’clock shadow had stretched into two days, and he had nothing to wear but his brief flying suit and a pair of formidable-looking giant wings that stretched up tall and wide along his back. He didn’t know when he would need them to make an escape, and his wings were part of his protection, so until he felt more comfortable, they stayed on his back.
He didn’t know how he felt about this new world.
Being a stranger in a strange place, he had to assume that everyone was his enemy and couldn’t let himself be seen. He hid behind trees and bushes, watching people come and go along Gypsy Reef, while feeling lost and alone. He had nothing, no money, clothes, or food, so he had no choice but to make his
