The Relentless Pack Part 1 Silence... Could it be that I've found a safe place?' Tyler looked around with his cool blue eyes, they darted left and right, he had been taught by many foul lesson this world was not safe...'Never let your guard down...ever.' Tyler uttered to himself. Walking through the grotty decayed city of a destroyed world, Tyler closed his eyes a moment as the stench of rotting corpses filled the air, pungent and stale odours of sewers hit his nose. The air was heavy with smog and dust, nothing was left appart from run down buildings and an appocalyptic waste land. It wouldnt have been so bad if it wasn't for the scavengers; the flesh hungry mutants, the fucked up left overs of the pathetic human race. Bound now to a #life of blank groaning, no sence of anything they were just flesh hungry monsters. Tyler was a massive specimin of a lycan, over 8 foot tall in hight and built like a brick shit house, his muscles rippled as he darted through the shadows and alleys of the city. His face was rough and handsome, he'd have been the ladies type without a doubt. Short black hair covered in the cities dust, sometimes it would fall infront of his eyes. Tyler's 5 o' clock shadow gave him a matured look despite only being a 22 year old trouble maker. Tyler and the law never really did get on, he was raised in a gang... Yep this lad was your typical badass street fighter, His attitude was toughened and a little arrogant. 'I suppose this god forsaken world expects me to make something of myself now a days too?' He grumbled thinking of his parents and elder brother always nagging him to do better. Tristan and Tyler had not been in contact for some time now, half heartedly Tyler roamed in search of Tristan knowing that his brother would be doing the same. It was getting dark now and eyes began to glow through the dirty air. Ty's ears perked up at noises off in the distance, shaking his head he knew his best bet was up. Scavengers wern't blessed with any ability to climb or work anything out. Rubbing his forehead becoming tierd and stressed Tyler began searching for someplace to rest till morning. Spotting a ladder up a building to some old apparments, jumping up with little effort to reach and grab the ladder, gripping it with large leather gloved hands Ty's weight pulled the rusted ladder down, it creaks and flaked rusted shards over Tyler. Huffing a little pissed he climbed up a few levels reaching a broken window to an empty flat room. Twitching his nose and searching for any remanents of #life. The only smell to fill Ty's lungs was a damp musty smell. No #life was here tonight, curling up to his own furry black tail Tyler looked up to the sky through the window, there were never any stars. The polluted air made sure of that, even the#moonlooked like a blur of dim light. Soon enough the brute thought about Tristan and ended up falling asleep.