Zoe sat silently in her city of the dead, zombies as some called, but they weren't zombies. They're hearts were still beating... to an extent. They're still considered living, medically speaking, but their minds overran by the sickness that coursed through their bodies, and their leader? The once hero, Feral Nova. She had been hiding in Emerald City. Hiding, what a pathetic thing to do. But the virus was making her tired, fatigued, it had been several months being with this illness, that it was now taking a heavier tole on her physically.
So here she sat with her worshipers, her Ferals as she called them. They chanted her name, looking to her for leadership, and yet, so far... she hadn't done anything. Not since her battle with Maya Summers. The battle caused her to have such wounds that it actually took longer to heal, even with the Speed Force that Flash Fire so generously gave her. She was too tired to fight, too tired to move, too tired to give a damn. But then... she felt it. Something familiar that she hadn't felt in a while. A person who was not infected... they had not only entered her city, but was close by. Her head perked up as several of her Ferals stood silent, waiting for her to take a course of action. Slowly standing up she closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, the sent of the uninfected was strong, they were so close... a new addition to her cult perhaps?
Then, in a blinding flash, she was gone, using the Speed Force she raced towards the individual until her eyes finally caught visual. Instantly she stopped running as she realized who it was. Her feet skid along the rubble ground to a halt a few feet away from the man that her twisted mind had attempted to make her forget. Her body was slightly slouched forward as tired sunken dull blue eyes fixated on him as her chapped dry lips slowly parted, her brows pushed against one another as if she was trying to remember something she had once forgotten. "...Jason..." she breathed out lightly, taking in a harsh breath back in. Jason... a man who was on S.T.R.I.K.E with her, her teammate and friend. But... why was he here? Why now? No... no questions, she needed him gone. "You shouldn't be here." The former heroes voice strained to speak, cracking after the second syllable of shouldn't.
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