Zack got to the hangar bay without having to go through too many of the 'people' that were still around, if you could call them that, he sure didn't, they were like something out of nightmare, not his, but some avant-garde artist who smoked too much peyote. No, that wasn't his scene at all, especially when it was directly in front of him, threatening to suck the marrow out of his bones because theirs melted through their pores not moments ago.

No no no no no.

Reaching the Hangar bay, he sighed, very few people down here, and none of the ethereal abominations to boot. He found himself leaning against a railing looking down at a gigantic hangar bay, it was one of the bays that housed the nexus for all the passenger liners to come and go, so it was rather immense.

Perfect he thought, thinking this would be a good place to practice his new found talents.

And so he began, trying his best to muster up the emotional anger to trigger his abilities, or trick them at least, if he could figure out how, then he could use that and refine it, like training a muscle, and he knew how to do that.