Emovere walked briskly out of the hospital, brushing her wild dark hair back with one hand and blowing exasperated air out of the side of her mouth. Reaching her car, she unlocked it and opened the passenger door. Tossing in her clipboard, papers, and white jacket, Emmy walked around to the other side of the car and sat in the hot leather driver's seat, closing the door quite forcefully and sighing a heavy sigh. With all the new patients, all in critical condition, she'd gotten no rest. The only reason she was able to get away now was because of a large shipment of medicines that had to be unloaded- and a prior arrangement. Emovere started the car finally and blasted the AC, about to turn off the news station reporting on new death numbers, when she heard an ending message that caught her interest.
"Now, it's time for me to sign off, dear listeners. As of right now, there's still no zombie sightings, but be on your guard. These things tend to take their time. Stay safe and stay vigilant. I'll be here, waiting for you tomorrow. This is Show Pony, signing off." Emovere scoffed as she turned out of the hospital parking lot. Zombies? This Show Pony character was a little too cheerful and joking for this sort of predicament. Well, what did he know about people dying? He was some radio anchor. Setting cruise control on the long highway, Emmy rolled her eyes. Calm down, Emmy. He's just some radio host. Don't get so worked up. This Starbucks appointment was much needed, she reminded herself when a wave of guilt swept over her. People didn't need her and only her. There were other talented and skilled doctors. An hour-long coffee event wasn't going to take a hundred lives.
Emmy turned off the highway, driving into a part of town she didn't visit often- a more rural, secluded area in this busy city. Noticing the pretty landscaping, she laughed slightly. When was the last time she'd paid attention to pretty flowers and nice shrubbery? Everything had just been so stressful lately- for the last two weeks. Ever since that cursed meteor struck down. And not just anywhere! NO! It had to bee in the middle of HER TOWN. Slamming her palms down on the steering wheel in frustration, she glanced over to the tan car next to her. In it was an elderly gentleman with a concerned, yet frightened look on his face.
Grunting with pent-up stress, she calmed herself into an emotion of happiness and reached out to the man at the stoplight next to her. Linking to his mind, she took the emotion of concern and fear and replaced it, along with his thoughts from the previous minute, with the happiness she had created. His face went blank, and then was washed over with happiness and calm. Smiling, Emmy let out the concern and fear she'd taken. Pulling into the lot of the Starbucks, Emmy composed herself and brought forth some joy from the good news of more medicine. Turning off the car, Emmy grabbed her black bag and walked inside.
She stepped into the noisy, yet comfortable environment of the coffee shop. She normally had a home brew, and was looking forward to actual good coffee for once. Ordering a Caramel Flan Latte, Emmy looked for the group she was supposed to meet. None of the customers looked familiar, but as she searched out with her mind, she felt a group of minds that were slightly different that the others. When a small boy walked in, ordered a drink, and headed over to the pair she sensed, Emmy nodded. This was the right group for sure. Picking up the hot coffee, she walked over to the table and sat in the chair next to the man. Waving hesitantly to the three already seated, she glanced around and waited for another person to enter who felt different.
"So, who's in charge? Or, are we all just new to this whole 'having crazy powers and saving the world from imminent doom' kind of thing? Because that's kind of how it's coming across to me." Sipping the hot coffee, she raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
The whole mess kind of reminded her of the Avengers. Normal people (or gods, whatever) with crazy powers saving the world from destruction. Her mind shot to the tattoo of Loki's helm on her hip. She always did root for the villain- but being one? Emmy mentally scoffed at the idea. She'd stick to the side that was saving lives.