[b]Lillah[/b]

"Hey! Wait!" Lillah called after the superhero, but he was already gone. Silence filled the air, and then she heard a muffled [i]BOOM[/i] behind the buildings blocking her sight. She wasn't frantic, Lillah didn't get "frantic." But she was a little miffed that she was suddenly left alone. The young woman only sighed and looked back and forth, waiting and listening. When she was satisfied that she was truly alone again, she started the long, normie trek toward the highway exit, where the chaos seemed to be coming from. 

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[b]Vivian[/b]

Welding mask actually had it under control. She was impressed, and she had just turned her attention back on the new wave of shamblers as they started pouring out of the window. "Okay, fuckers, I can't do this forever," she threatened, adjusting her hold on her ASHINGT sign. Suddenly--

[i]KABOOM![/i]

She gasped and felt her legs rise up from under her and then she was on her back. Dust flew up, but she squinted through it to confirm that, yes, the zombies had also fallen on their asses. She was safe. Coughing and flustered, she stood on her scrawny legs, feeling angry heat rise to her face and cheeks. "What the bloody hell?!" she exclaimed, her eyes finding the cause of the chaos: another weirdo in the leather mask and he had just punted a zombie into the sky. [i]Oh bloody hell,[/i] she repeated to herself, her rage being replaced with quiet caution. Heroes. Heroes everywhere. Maybe this wasn't the safest place for her to be. 

"I'm not a criminal," she answered--maybe a little too quickly--but she knew that when Welding Mask answered, attention wouldn't be on her. "Did you see the fireworks, too? That's where we're heading."