A green contrail shadowed Starfire's wake as she leaped from the roof of Titans Tower and streaked towards PS118. Her mind was an interesting dichotomy of emotion, a swirling combination of joy, despair, and righteous fury. She was having difficulty maintaining her flight path, finding it difficult to maintain the joy needed for flight in face of the atrocities that had been visited upon the bungorfs of the city. Wondering idly if Raven would have it better or worse in this situation given her need to control her emotions, Starfire focused on some of the meditation techniques that she had learned from the dark Titan to compartmentalize her feelings. With her mind focused once more, her flight stabilized and she rocketed towards PS118.

She kept relatively close to the ground, eyes peeled for any wandering V'lha ruthanorks. Her eyes leaked emerald light as she scanned the areas outside of the cordons. These "zombies" as the people of Earth called them were a much more serious threat than on Tamaran. Here, no human could fly to escape. Her optic blasts shot with incredible precision, neatly piercing the skulls of the lone zombies she found on her way to the school.

As Starfire approached her destination she shifted her uniform slightly. She wore her full battle regalia, the armor and face plate almost too small for her. She hadn't worn it since her escape from the Gordanians, and it was clear that she had grown somewhat since then. The memories that came with wearing the armor again were unwanted and distasteful, but she had no intention of allowing the zombies a lucky bite on her exposed skin.

The quarantine zone had expanded since she was here last, and it didn't look like it would hold for long. The children had at this point been joined by parents, police, teachers, and paramedics, and the greater strength of the adults had weighed the battle in their favor. Scanning the remaining police revealed the commissioner standing towards the front of the officers, close to the barricade. He kept a shotgun leaning against his patrol car and his sidearm was in his hand, a faint wisp of smoke curling from the barrel. Starfire landed near him and waited for him to finish his discussion over the radio he held in his off hand

"You heard what I said! I want every officer, retired military, cowboy and nun that can hold a gun at the quarantine zones YESTERDAY! If we don't hold these freaks back they'll turn this city into a fucking Romero film.. I don't care what you have to do, just get me more guns and bodies, pronto!" He promptly clipped the radio to his belt, somehow managing to make the action seem aggressive and frustrated. The cigar that was in his mouth during the "negotiations" earlier in the day had been replaced with a new one, still unlit. He looked up, and only a brief quirk of an eyebrow showed his surprise at Starfire's attire. "Welcome back," he said with a flat tone. "Where are the rest of you?"

Starfire responded. "Cyborg has gone to the hospital, and Beast Boy to the warehouse district."

"And what about the birds?"

"Raven is dealing with another threat, possibly the cause of all this," Starfire gestured expansively, including the school and the entirety of the city with a wave of an arm. "Robin has gone to assist her."

"Must be some threat."

Ignoring the comment, Starfire replied, "How can I assist?"

The commissioner looked at the barricade and the mass of inhumanity throwing themselves against it. He sighed, and rhetorically asked,"Don't suppose you have a light?"

Starfire ignited the end of his cigar with a brightly glowing finger. "What else?" she asked somewhat impatiently.

Nodding approval as he puffed his cigar, the commissioner gestured towards the barricade. "Our situation is a complete cluster-fuck. There are too damn many of them for us to keep holding them back. They've started climbing over each other and jumping the barricades we set up. We keep pulling back, but that spreads us thinner and thinner. STAR Labs hasn't given us word about a cure yet, and every time we lose an officer they get another body to attack us with. We're losing this fight."

Starfire paused a moment to digest the news. On her planet, the V'lha ruthanorks were always killed, and immediately. This allowed their souls to return to X'hal and ended the horror of False Death. She wasn't very familiar with human religion, especially since it seemed that there was more than one, and contradictory to boot. Still, there was a general belief in some sort of deity (or deities) and an afterlife. She spoke gravely.

"Commissioner, the most expedient manner of dispatching this threat is through lethal force."

"I agree," he replied. "Unfortunately, that would be a PR nightmare. The slugs over at Channel 5 News have already been having a field day with Raven destroying Jump City General, as well as the footage of the rest of you fighting off the kinder-zombies. No," he continued, "we need to tighten the cordon and try to keep as many of these things moving as we can until STAR Labs confirms that it's incurable. Can you give us a bird's eye view while we push forward? Maybe use those eyes of yours to take out any problems before they eat my men?"

Starfire nodded. "That will not be a problem." The commissioner handed her a spare walkie from his car, and then gestured towards the sky. "Don't get dead. Good luck, and godspeed."

"I have no intention of dying today," she replied as she hovered above the barricade and into the quarantine zone. She wished immediately that Raven was there with her. The telekinetic abilities her of her friend-that-was-also-a-girl would certainly be an asset here. She could have pulled the barricades farther in herself, pushing the zombie closer to the school in the process.

She would have preferred having Robin commanding the situation, but she was a good soldier and would follow the orders of her current commanding officer. She lifted a bit higher into the air and surveyed the situation. The original barricade that the Titans had made was still mostly intact, save a corner that had been pushed away from the wall, allowing escape. The current barricade was mostly appropriated trucks, patrol cars, ambulances, and an eclectic mix of dirt, office furniture and corpses to plug the holes. It would be next to impossible for the police to tighten the barricade in any meaningful way as the situation stood now. Regardless, she had her orders.

She began relaying the disposition of the zombie forces, and the commissioner commanded the cops and construction workers to push forward the barricade where the zombies were at their weakest. Occasionally, she needed to dispatch a zombie or shoot a starbolt flare over areas of weakness, drawing the attention of the men and women attempting to minimize loss of life.

Starfire sincerely hoped that STAR Labs would deliver news of either a cure or its impossibility. Then, at least, they could take meaningful action to eliminate the threat.