[center][h2][b][color=black]The Zombie[/color] [hr] Two Days Ago[/b][/h2][/center] No one took the bait, and it made the zombie feel bad deep down inside. But she kept an upbeat smile, superficial sure, but it seemed impervious to any external influences. When the massive abomination known as Isaac inquired to the Zombie of the underground, the petite female simply tilted her head before showering the man with the cheetos she was using to poison everyone else. She didn't give a verbal response to him, as she knew her zombies were all killed at this point and the leader was coming back. Call it a bad mood, she wasn't the most coherent person in the organization, which added to the creepiness of her abilities. Her power evidently scared most people who knew of it, even if they'd conceal it behind pride, but luck would have it that Nancy was simply too much of an inept dummy to actually be actively threatening. Out of the blue, she quickly hugged the big Isaac for reasons even she didn't even bother to fish out and simply did it. All that before passing the monster and heading to the morgue Sebastian had his fun time in. She had completely forgotten she had loaned her hand, seemingly uncaring whether she got it back or not. In fact, a wave of laziness got to her as she opened one of the caskets containing a body. All she did was tap the protruding foot of the body and the flesh going up to the ankle would decompose and attract itself to Jewels' stump like it was magnetized to it. It quickly reformed her arm and strangely her clothes were restored as well (via forces beyond SS ranks obviously). Her hand was back to normal and for a small period she simply stared at the body she had just mutilated in order to fix herself. [hr] [center][h2][b]Current Day[/b][/h2][/center] With the leader's return and the Underground still enthusiastic after it's recent massacre which riled up the Reformists more than anything else. Needless to say, the news went haywire about it too. Nancy was mostly happy by the fact that the truck she had sent to gather bodies came back safe and sound while avoiding any tails, bringing her a good batch of bodies to resurrect. This would be of great use given the mission that would take place, a task only Jewels could exact with with almost complete impunity. She was going to target Disneyland, a place infested with people and a great way to stock up on fodder zombies while attracting attention. This would mean police forces and SWAT teams would intervene, in turn giving free weapons to the underground. By the time they'd realize this situation was actually orchestrated by a Metahuman, most people would be zombies. It was an excellent plan. Her little army was already set as she was informed of the mission a while back so she could prepare for it. Sebastian did what he did best, bring helpless victims to torture but spare them so they could be fresh. He was a good worker after all, despite the frown he brought upon Nancy, and left with with a commando of about thirty living Heralds while she had a good hundred accumulated corpses she could utilize as canon fodder during the whole raid. This was going to be a blast. He strange attention span would however make hr oblivious to other missions going on, hence why she didn't know what the heck the others were doing. All she knew was that the overpriced theme park was going to go down and she was going to love it. "[color=black]ELLEN! ... Good luck.[/color]" She slowly rose her thump up in the air in an awkward fashion, as if she had heard of the thumbs up but didn't actually know how to do it. It was silly, and it made so sense when she saluted Ellen of all people. But she did it, and which a warming smile too. She'd then turn to head to the Underground Garage thing where they stored most stolen vehicles. There were multiple vans but there's a black Mercedes she'd hop in on the passenger's side before it'd start, followed by a set of eight vans filled with God knows what. It was obvious she was quite prepared for this, but considering the potential of her power, it wouldn't be ridiculous to think that she could amass the highest quality of weapons without anyone batting an eye. [hr] The vehicles were parked in various, concealed areas where they would ring little to no suspicion. The Mercedes stopped and three individuals came out with big bags. Two were women, one was a man. They all seemed pretty normal while Nancy came out the last with nothing on her. Strangely enough she was the shortest of the group. They all walked in line to enter the theme park and Nancy clenched on the reservation ticket for the hotel, ready to present it without sounding the least but awkward. Like normal vacationers, the people with her which were just living Heralds did typical chitchat to appear as inconspicuous as possible. All the while Nancy recited the simple line she had to say to the register. "[color=black]Hello! I have a reservation for room 483 at the haote- Dang it![/color]" She screwed up, but as she showed the ticket, the man at the register understood perfectly and let the four in without any problem, wishing them a nice stay in the process. They were in, and everything seemed pretty normal, the place was crowded and people were having fun. As much as Nancy would want it, they didn't go on rides and immediately went onward to their hotel room. When safely inside, the Heralds went stiff, as if they were in sleep mode. Nancy was about to execute her plan, but it wasn't time yet. She'd sit on the balcony of the hotel, giving her a decent view of the area. It was... Boring. She wanted the rides, but it was against the rules. So she whipped up he cell phone and decided to bother someone instead. [quote=Nancy]Sebastian, Got the girl yet?! Bring her to Disney before it gets hot![/quote] She waited, ordering room service in the meantime for a nice meal. Soon her army was going to reach a new milestone. She was just so damn excited.