[ The shadows don't bother Logan until they're right on his heels, snapping at him with teeth that aren't there. He turns and swings at them with his claws; catches sight of something that looks like Creed's shoulders bunching, Deathstrike grasping at him.

The claws don't do anything, but it makes him feel a little better as he stalks away, heading for the only refuge he can see: a diner that looks like it's been hit by a hurricane. Dust and trash covers the floors and booths, but he figures there might be something useful under the counters or hidden in the back.

He's halfway through searching the place when a voice and a familiar scent makes him raise his head. ]

Murdock?