There was scarcely any life in the city anymore. No lights, no taxis, or the hearty laughs of old men who played checkers outside the barber shops. There was no sign of vendors, of the street-dwelling musicians, or the smell of fresh bagels and hot dogs. Nothing--just a graveyard of what used to be. Colleen weaved briskly through the undead and the fallen with the purr of her motorcycle to keep her lulled and focused. She'd been riding for a little more than an hour, keeping an eye out for some semblance of life. By now, though, it seemed that most survivors established their safe havens and saw little reason to come out anymore. Colleen did not blame them.
Eventually she rode up on the downtown district and raced down deserted narrow streets, the breeze whistling past the polished surface of her helmet as she picked up speed. She still could not believe the Avengers Tower was in ruins. Unfathomable! Colleen kept the team in her thoughts. With enough power, she jerked back onto just the back wheel, enjoying the painfully brief taste of adrenaline, before Colleen came down on both wheels again and came to a skidding stop in front of the Baxter Building. Since when did the Fantastic Four have their own team of royal bodyguards? They did not look like anyone she'd seen around lately, naturally Colleen wanted to investigate.
She pulled her helmet off and latched it onto her bike and leaned against it, katana sheathed behind her. "Hey!" she called out to the man helping himself to a happy glass. Colleen righted herself up and sauntered cautiously closer, arms crossed. "Having a party?"