Noah never gets lost. Never. Ever. So where the fuck was he and why was he lost ? It was the fourth time he stood still, scanning the horizon with the hope of finding any reference point he could use, but it was no use. His mind couldn't track his location. What's the fucking use of being a mutant if your ability keeps fucking everything up ? Shit. He kicked a can, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans, and sighed. This was bad. He had promised Gage he'd be back by 7, and according to his cellphone - which couldn't find a signal - it was currently 6:30. He'd be in deep shit if he was late. Gage was one of the last people on earth you wanted to get angry. The little guy wasn't the most patient person in the world, and especially loathed waiting for Noah. But this was hardly his fault, right ? He simply had no clue where he was. The streets still looked like the common New York streets, but it had suddenly gotten really dark. Furthermore, the silence was nerve-racking.

[ HRP : ahlàlà mon dieu, j'espère qu'il n'y a pas trop de fautes ! Certains messages me demandent un temps fou de réflexion XD ]

[ HRP : justement, je me disais "Mais comment elle fait avec tous ces RP en français ?! °°" XD ... I'm impressed. ]

Well... people that are a bit more... evolved than others, if you want. They got powers. Like... telekinesis or telepathy or whatever. He briefly glanced at her. I'm basically a superhero 8D

Got it. And I have to admit that I prefer the mutant thing over zombie stuff. She thought for a minute, absentmindly playing with her hammer. So… If I’m not any more in Zombieland, Norway and you’re not any more in New York City, America… Then where are we? Any idea?