Who: Zatanna What: Making her way to Everett. Where: In the woods. When: Early Sunday morning. Rating: PG. Status: Narrative/Complete.
She was getting closer.
Zatanna wasn't even sure exactly where she was going, but she felt pulled toward wherever it was. Like a moth to the flame, she thought as she tromped through the forest. She grimaced as she swept a spiderweb out of her face and wiped her hands on her pants. She could have cleared her path easily with magic, but she'd learned to save magic for when she really needed it, like when she was faced with a horde of zombies. She'd come close to wiping herself out magically a couple of times and she'd wound up having to hole up in various places for a few days until her powers had returned to full strength. She didn't like being powerless, weak and unable to help people who needed it.
Two nights ago she'd woken from a dead sleep to a surge of energy so powerful it left her breathless. She'd never felt anything quite like it before. And the farther she walked, the closer she felt to that power. She was wary. So very wary. Whether this was going to be a good thing or a bad thing was anyone's guess. If she was pressed for an answer, she'd guess the latter. In the back of her mind, she could almost hear Bruce's voice warning her away. She felt a tug of sorrow at the thought of Bruce Wayne. She'd left him behind in Gotham because she knew if anyone could take care of themselves, it was him. They'd said their goodbyes and parted ways. She doubted he would ever venture away from his city. But she knew there were a lot of people out there who needed help now. They weren't just in Gotham.
She hadn't seen any of her other friends in months. Clark, Hal, Dinah, Babs, Oliver, Wally. She knew Clark was likely just fine -- he was practically invincible, after all. But the others...she could only hope for the best. She didn't have a clue how to go about finding them. Locator spells had never been her specialty. She heard movement up ahead and she tensed. God, she hated zombies. She spotted them at the same time they spotted her and started lumbering in her direction.
Zatanna grew still, her eyes flashing a deep blue color as she spoke. "Etaticapacni seibmoz," she muttered, watching as the group of them fell to the ground, immobile. She walked past them without a second glance. When this had all begun so long ago (and yet not so long at all), the League had a meeting. Was there a cure for this? Could the zombies be returned to the humans they once were? There was a lot of argument, as there always was when it came to the League. It was part of why she'd stepped back from active duty in the first place. But this? Something this huge, where this many were affected, in danger, from something supernatural? She was pretty sure she'd been the first one they'd called. This kind of thing was her specialty. But even she was lost about how to proceed with this. They didn't know how it started. And Zatanna wasn't sure there would be an ending. At least not a good one. And not anytime soon.
Drawing in a breath, she stepped into the clearing, spotting a large facility that was surrounded by a high fence.