Doors slammed and the sound of quick footsteps tapped onto the tiled floors, though, was soon masked once the sounds of animalistic growls and grunts were ringing into their ears.

The whole place was surrounded.

Panting now, the two were double over, hands to their knees as quick, ragged breaths were inhaled. Pale gray hues soon lifted as a fast glance was taken to the female in the room—And at this, the brunette couldn't quite keep the smile off his features.

All that mattered was that she was safe.

"Nora?"

"Yes?"

"You good?"

"I'm alright."

A deep sigh of pure relief exited passed the male's lips, his stance straightening out as he took a look around now. The Library—It was…Empty, though, far from quiet, the enraged growls still being caught up in his ears.

Growling himself now, the male trudged his way to the door they had entered, beginning now to barricade with whatever was around. Bookcases.

"Adam?"

The soft, questioning tone of the female rang through, causing the male to pause and turn toward the other, his own expression falling to confusion.

"Your nails."

"Huh—"

Glancing down to his hands Adam merely grimaced to the, now enlarged nails—More so claws by this time, that stuck out from his fingertips.

"Force of habit."

Retracting his claws now, the canine like teen shot a small, apologetic grin to the other, though, she only nodded in understanding.

"I knew this day would come, but I hadn't expected so soon…At least, not while I still reside on this Earth."

Blinking a few times dull, grayed orbs were now set to the angel, his head tilting—Almost like a dog's would when not understanding a command yelled to him.

This gained him a small giggle fro the girl.

"The apocalypse."

That one word was enough to chill the boy to the bone—Though, that would explain the army of undead waiting outside and fighting to gain entrance.

"We're screwed."

"Perhaps not."

With a slight sigh the female took a small step back, little, feather wings stretching out from her back only moments after.

"Do you forget, Adam? I am of God's warriors, and you of the canines. We have a better chance than most would to escape."

With a slow nod he soon understood—She was correct, they had a fighting chance, though, if this really was what she said it to be, how far could they run until there was just no where left to go?

Perhaps far, or perhaps not.

Whatever the outcome, he would fight for Nora, even to his last breath.