Gabriel sighed, as he peered over the edge of his sunglasses at the bright, shining walls of the building. He loathed shopping, more than he could say, and the fact that he had been forced to come to Aldrect of all places was infuriating. All it would take would be for one person to spot his little problem, and he would be chased out of the gates - it had happened before.
It wasn't even his fault; nobody blamed people who woke up one morning with an illness. He hadn't chosen this life; one moment he was lying in a coffin, the next he was climbing out of the morgue, with people screaming as they ran.