@immortalweapon
New York City was just starting to rebuild, but the tensions hadn’t seemed to ease in the least. There was a different kind of tension, something that came in the wake of big change when no one was certain if it would work out or not. Some heroes were still revered, others were looked at with more than a little scrutiny. It was the time between one normal and the next, and Kara wasn’t sure what she could still take and use from the old normal.
She’d stared at her Heroes of New York City series for far longer than she should have. There were still people reaching out to her, and her work e-mail was beginning to back up to the point she feared people wouldn’t be able to get through anymore. Should she still run it, even after what was considered a victory? People still wanted to be seen.
And there was something else, something that had been hiding in the background and was only now peering out into the light. Kara’s thumb scrolled through the comments section on one of her articles. The usernames were familiar; she’d seen them in hidden forums before. Their comments were along the lines of ‘at least this hero isn’t an alien,’ or links to a professor turned small-time-blogger’s videos. They were all incendiary rants about the new plague of aliens.
Right. So her articles were still necessary. She’d begun reaching out some of the e-mails in her inbox, before finally scheduling an interview in one of the harder-hit parts of town. It felt right, somehow. The little coffee shop was still surviving, serving sandwiches and latte’s with flowers shaped in the cream on top to weary citizens.
She nearly jumped with the chair across from her was pulled out, looking up from her phone. She found a smile despite the sinking feeling in her stomach, “Hi! Hi sorry, wow, I was distracted. Danny, right?”
