"I just had to pick this weekend to come back to Gotham," Lois Lane muttered to herself. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it," she chanted to the rhythm of her shoes pounding on the pavement.
If she were back in Metropolis, she would be safe by now, swept off the streets and out of danger by her personal protector, the Man of Steel.
Assuming there were any of those things in Metropolis. She hadn't heard reports of any other outbreaks before communications had gone down. But then, she hadn't heard reports of the creatures in Gotham, either. They had just sprung up overnight, taking over the city and eating anything that moved.
Like her photographer. He had been busy snapping pictures of the visiting princess (Lois hated being assigned to fluff pieces like that) when a few members of the crowd had simply torn him to shreds and carried the pieces away. Poor guy.
But one thing was for sure—if Lois and the rest of the world survived this, she was going to have one hell of a story.