Zoe walked along, dragging her wings behind n the rough plain behind her. They stung, but she was too weak to pull them up. She was almost positive they were bleeding, but she was too lazy to look.

Zoe sighed as she walked along, searching for everything; searching for nothing. No matter what, her quest will be fruitless and pointless. Is there a reason to do anthing? The only thing you truely need is a scab of food and water. Whats to stop us from doign nothing but sitting and eating our entire lives? Zoe almost smacked herself for the thought. She would continue on; no matter for if its for something...or nothing.