Hazel moved through the abandoned street as frozen zombies scattered behind her like grotesque statues. Thirteen this hour alone Level 1 infected, Evelyn called them. Enhanced strength, relentless aggression, glassy eyes that reflected nothing human.
But manageable. Barely.
Wind swirled around her hands as she pushed back another lunging zombie while air currents became visible as shimmering distortion. The infected stumbled off-balance, and water tendrils rose from a nearby broken hydrant responding to Hazel's will, defying gravity, wrapping around the zombie's legs.
She clenched her fist.
Ice spread instantly while encasing the zombie from feet to chest in crystalline prison. It thrashed uselessly, frozen solid, neutralized.
Hazel exhaled heavily as exhaustion tugged at her muscles. Sixty seconds sustained now improvement from the twenty seconds two weeks ago. But still draining.
"Remarkable," a voice said.
Hazel spun as wind flared defensively.
Three people stood twenty feet away two women, one man, all roughly her age. One woman's hands glowed with crackling electricity. The man's fists burned with steady flame. The second woman radiated cold as frost patterns spread across her jacket.
"Easy," the electric woman said while raising empty hands. "Not hostile. Just watching. You used three different elements. Wind, water, ice."
"So?" Hazel said warily.
"So that's impossible," the fire man replied flatly. "Everyone manifests ONE ability. I've met dozens of Magicians fire, electricity, earth, water, healing. Single element, single power. I heard rumors of someone with two elements once, but three?"
The frost woman stared at Hazel like she was seeing something alien. "What are you?"
Evelyn approached from behind Hazel as tablet displayed real-time energy readings. "She's Peak Level 1 on the power scale same as you three, actually. But her signature is unusual. Three distinct wavelengths where most Magicians display one."
"Power scale?" the frost woman asked.
"Levels 1 through 10," Evelyn explained clinically. "Measuring energy output, ability strength, combat effectiveness. Most awakened Magicians are Level 1. These zombies" she gestured at frozen infected "also Level 1. Enhanced strength, durability, aggression, but manageable for someone trained."
The electric woman's expression darkened. "And higher levels?"
"Exist," Evelyn said simply. "But rare. Very rare."
She didn't elaborate. Data insufficient for speculation.
The three Magicians exchanged glances as uncertainty showed.
***
As they talked, a piece of rubble brick fragment lifted slowly from the ground beside Evelyn. It rose six inches while wobbling unsteadily in the air before dropping with a soft clatter.
Everyone stared.
Evelyn looked at her hand as confusion flickered across normally composed features. "That's been happening for two days now. Small objects. Nothing larger than a book. Concentration required, exhausting quickly."
"You're awakening," the fire man said as voice carried surprise. "Telekinesis. Rare ability I've only heard of one other."
Evelyn examined her hand clinically. "Gradual mana exposure. I've been in proximity to Hazel for nearly two weeks, carrying detection equipment saturated with ambient energy. Delayed awakening compared to sudden traumatic triggers most Magicians report."
She picked up the brick manually while studying it. "Interesting."
Hazel felt relief mixed with concern. "Are you okay? Should we monitor for degradation? You promised to warn me if powers turned dangerous."
Evelyn met her gaze steadily. "Telekinesis doesn't degrade cognition. You're thinking of the infected high exposure causing aggression, loss of humanity. My awakening is controlled, gradual, low-level. I'm fine."
"But you'll tell me if anything changes?"
"Of course," Evelyn said. "We're partners. I monitor you, you monitor me. Mutual safety."
Hazel nodded as tension eased slightly.
The electric woman spoke carefully. "We're heading to the shelter on East 34th. Coordinating defenses, protecting civilians. You two should come strength in numbers."
The frost woman cut in sharply. "Or join us hunting supply caches. Government abandoned warehouses full of food, medicine, equipment. Finders keepers."
The fire man said nothing as expression stayed neutral, revealing which side he leaned toward.
Hazel felt the divide viscerally. Protectors and opportunists. Heroes and survivors.
Both fighting the same apocalypse, different methods.
***
They declined both offers while continuing their patrol. Manhattan had become unrecognizable.
Smoke rose from dozens of fires some accidental, some deliberate. Gunshots echoed constantly, no longer just military fighting zombies. Civilians fought civilians over canned food in ransacked stores. A group of survivors barricaded inside an apartment building threw rocks at anyone approaching Magician, infected, or desperate human, didn't matter.
Hazel watched two Magicians clash violently three blocks away earth manipulator raising stone walls while wind user battered them down, both screaming about territory, resources, respect. Neither noticed the zombies shambling closer until too late.
The infected swarmed them both.
Hazel started forward, but Evelyn caught her arm. "Too far. We'd arrive after they're turned. Focus locally we cannot save everyone."
The screams cut off abruptly.
"Where's the military?" Hazel asked, though she knew the answer.
"Evacuated three days ago," Evelyn replied. "Manhattan declared unsalvageable. Troops withdrew to defensible positions trying to hold lines elsewhere, failing mostly. Government officials fled to secure bunkers or relocated to rural compounds."
She checked her tablet while displaying news feeds from outside the city. "Similar pattern globally. Urban centers abandoned, infrastructure collapsing, supply chains dead. Nations fragmenting into isolated communities, warlords emerging, Magicians becoming de facto authority where governments vanished."
"So we're alone."
"Yes," Evelyn said simply. "No rescue coming. No military support. No governmental coordination. Just us Magicians and civilians trying to survive."
Hazel looked at the burning city. "And we're losing."
"Yes," Evelyn agreed quietly. "We are."
They walked through the chaos as frozen zombies marked their path. Hazel felt the weight of futility pressing down billions threatened, millions likely already gone, civilization fragmenting, humans killing humans, apocalypse unstoppable.
But she kept walking.
Kept freezing zombies. Kept protecting the elderly woman on 5th Avenue who refused to evacuate. Kept saving the family hiding in the subway station. Kept fighting despite knowing it wasn't enough, would never be enough.
"Why do we keep going?" she asked Evelyn.
The scientist looked at her as telekinesis lifted a small stone absently, unconsciously. "Because someone has to. Because small victories matter even when war is lost. Because giving up guarantees failure, but fighting gives hope however slim of something better."
Hazel nodded slowly.
They continued walking.
***
That evening, sheltering in their makeshift base abandoned laboratory with Evelyn's equipment humming Hazel studied her hands.
Three elements. Peak Level 1. Unique among thousands.
"Why am I different?" she asked.
Evelyn looked up from her tablet as data scrolled endlessly. "Unknown. Genetic predisposition? Environmental factors? Proximity to something? My sensors detected an anomaly weeks ago massive energy signature somewhere in this city, origin unclear. Perhaps related."
"You think something made me this way?"
"I think," Evelyn said carefully, "you awakened first for a reason. And that reason might be more important than we realize."
Hazel looked through the cracked window at Manhattan burning. Zombies shambled through streets. Magicians fought each other as often as they fought infected. Civilians huddled in darkness, terrified, starving, dying.
The apocalypse was winning.
But tomorrow, she'd wake up. Practice her powers wind, water, ice, maybe more waiting to emerge. Fight zombies. Protect whoever she could. Partner with Evelyn, monitoring each other, surviving together.
Small victories. Futile resistance. Hope against overwhelming darkness.
"We're not enough," Hazel whispered.
"No," Evelyn agreed as telekinesis absently rotated a pen. "We're not. But we're what Earth has right now."
Hazel nodded.
They'd keep fighting.
Until something changed.
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