[identity profile] metal-door.livejournal.com
There are hundreds of run-down, abandoned, falling-apart little bungalows around the outskirts of Metropolis. Lived in by the well-off, then reclaimed by the carnivorous.

What's one more?
[identity profile] greatestofease.livejournal.com
They'd hotwired an abandoned car and then traded it halfway down the highway for a jeep in significantly better condition, and they'd made it down the ruined roads to Gotham without too much trouble. There'd been hints of trouble, of course, but with Darla on board, most of it had been easily discouraged without Dick having to be anything other than Officer Grayson.

But Gotham might be different. Dick's pulled the jeep over as they crested the hill, and now the three of them are standing looking down at the city. Well -- at the cloud of fog, out of which a handful of spires protrude. It's pre-Quake, Dick notices with curiousity, but without going into it they can't tell more than that.

And even from here, the stench is terrible.
[identity profile] leto-reficio.livejournal.com
Sylar inna field.

Sent to sleep with superpowers.

Not yet eaten by Triffids.















Botherable.
[identity profile] dear-carbon.livejournal.com
Flash. BANG.

And somewhere in the ruin of New York, not far from a parkful of triffids, three people appear in varying states of confusion.

Darla was leaning against a wall. Since that wall is now thin air, there's a bit of a flail as she sorts out her balance.

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