It was the of the world as they knew it. And, much to Carrie's disappointment, it seemed to be dragging on. And on. She'd lost count of the days quickly. Being in constant motion turned things like bed and rest and food into foreign concepts. It felt like she'd been on her feet for a week. She was so tired that she'd stopped complaining about being tired.
And yet somehow she was managing to keep alert and awake. Maybe all the Bat-ninja training was finally catching up with her. Carrie was surprised by how little damage she'd taken. She was bruised and scraped, certainly. But she was also in one piece and not bleeding profusely. Once this thought crossed her mind, she tried to push it out. Before she jinxed herself and wound up dead.
"Hey." Carrie had rescued a man from being flattened by a piece of burning debris. It seemed like it was always raining some sort of garbage down on them. Fireballs, pieces of building, or a freezing rain. "Dude." Carrie sighed and snapped her fingers in front of his face. He seemed to be out of it. It was very possible he was in shock. "Do you want to survive this, man? Because you really need to help a superchick out here." That seemed to catch his attention well enough. He blinked and after a moment his eyes focused on her face. "You understand me. Good." She pointed, "Shelter that way. Follow that group." He moved in a little bit of a fog, but he wasn't acting the way the violent crazies had. Carrie watched him go and let out a sigh. "This is not how I pictured the apocalypse."