Trees had fallen down in the shockwave and lay strewn everywhere. Logan trampled over the broken plant life easily, snapping branches that protruded to block his path.
Logan sensed something strange, something he'd never come across before. He went toward the scent.
The forest was eerily silent. The dead bodies of squirrels and birds covered the ground, their frail bodies broken by the shockwave. Logan took care to not step on them, but there were so many it was nearly impossible not to.
Gradually, as he went along, the scent became stronger. He soon sensed that there were people nearby, people and blood. Logan picked up the pace, his sense of urgency rising. Whatever had happened, the source of it was very close. Smoke. Fire. He ran right through a billowing wall of smoke. On the other side was something the likes of which he had never seen.
A huge ship of some kind was half-buried in the ground. It jutted up about twenty feet into the air. Smoke poured from it. Dozens of small fires were scattered around the crash site. Logan could not see any signs of life, human or otherwise. From the looks of the ship, it hadn't been built on Earth.
Logan sniffed the air as he carefully navigated his way through the wreckage. Something was nearby, something...alien. His mutant sense of hearing detected extremely light footsteps behind him.
SNIKT!
Wolverine popped his claws and spun around. He roared and buried his right set of claws into the belly of...nothing. Flourescent green blood poured out of the thin air, as if he had stabbed a ghost. Wolverine could feel something there but couldn't see it. He didn't give a damn what it was. He dragged his claws up, felt the resistance of bone, cut through it.
Electricity crackled and slowly the dying creature became visible. It must have had a cloaking device of some kind. The thing looked roughly human, but way too big and way too invisible. It wore a strange mask. Wolverine ripped his claws from the monsters chest. It fell dead. A pool of neon blood formed around the nine-foot corpse. It must have been one of the ship's occupants.
Logan heard something else, from above. He looked up. A black helicopter was approaching the crash site. Logan could smell...no...couldn't be...
An old foe.