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The temperature was really beginning to cool. Or maybe it was the rain that had dropped temperatures into the fifties. Emily wasn’t bothered by it at all. She was doing what most people wouldn’t think about in this weather: taking a swim.

Swimming was something Emily really enjoyed. The fact that she didn’t have to come back up for air allowed her to enjoy it even more. There were no interruptions in her watery world. All of the pools had been covered up or emptied. The dead girl decided to take a swim in the New York Harbor. Because of the rain, very few boats were in the open water. Emily had it all to herself.

In water, your senses are dulled. You can’t see well in the murky depths and sound is muffled. When you are awake for eternity, getting a break from the bombardment of your senses is a welcomed change.

Emily had been below the surface for around two hours. She wore a diving suit to keep fish and other sea creatures from biting her skin. The rest of her body was bare. In front of her, something seemed to fall in the water. It could be a purse, a body, even a car. The water was too murky to tell. She swam closer to take a better look.

Emily enjoyed going to grand openings. She wanted small businesses to succeed, so she tried her best to support them. Emily wanted to arrive before the crowd. She wasn’t the only New Yorker who enjoyed openings. Everyone wanted to try the newest, hippest establishment. Emily hoped this place would deliver.

The décor was spot on. It was subtle but saw the ties between everything inside and the name of the bar. Everything from the light fixtures to the napkins fit into the theme. There were very few others in the bar. She decided to sit in a corner booth and watch the other patrons mingle in. Before she sat down, she went to the bar and ordered a bottle of apple ale. It was perfect for the coming autumn. Not that she could enjoy it. As she always did, she would put the bottle to her lips and nothing more.

The corner booth allowed her to see pretty much the whole establishment. She liked that.

Emily grinned at Nalia. She was a strong woman with a good head on her shoulders. Her neighbors would take care of her. Poverty brought people together. Tragedy brought them even closer. Nalia had helped countless others in the neighborhood, bringing food to the elderly and having a couch for them to sleep on. She had even helped an accidental home birth. Emily wasn’t worried for the woman at all. She would be fine.

Emily turned to Sveta when she spoke. She knew the bathroom was just one room, not one with individual stalls. She could just point the way. But there was a message in the woman’s eyes. It seemed she wanted to speak to her about something. Emily wanted to speak to the woman, also. How had she survived the flames? They were on her. Her skin should have sizzled and cracked. Maybe it had something to do with this helpful vigilante.

“Of course I will show you.” She turned to Hector and spoke quietly into his ear so no one else could hear. “Stay here with your mother. She needs you now. Vengeance can come later.” Hector looked surprised. Probably because Emily had guessed what he was thinking. He sat there motionless, then gave a small nod.

Emily stood up and headed toward the lady’s room. She held the door open for Sveta to enter.

Guns had evolved so much in the past decades. Emily remembered when melee weapons were more affective. Now they were more decoration than weapon. This man seemed to be pretty skilled with firearms. Had he shot all these people? The blood would say yes. But why hadn’t anyone heard all the noise? And how did this man have so much ammo?

Emily gathered a little courage when she was joined by zombie dogs. So the boy she met could make zombie animals. That was pretty awesome. But they didn’t last very long against bullets.

Emily cringed each time a dog was struck. He could hear the boy cry out in pain. They must be connected somehow. What had Emily done?

“Why are you doing this?!” She yelled into the building. The situation had spiraled out of control. “You’re hurting the boy!” Not that the man would care. He had taken all these lives already. Should Emily take the boy and just run away? But then the man would get away with all this carnage. And there was still the injured man inside the building. Emily couldn’t just leave him in there to die.

“Don’t hurt that man anymore. I don’t know what you want from him. But please, let me take his place.” Emily didn’t know what else to do.

“I can actually take in air in my lungs and expel it. It helps when I swim. Makes me more buoyant to be filled with air. Also it helps with the talking. Which I do a lot of.”

Emily smiled. If there was one thing she loved, it was getting people food. Of course, she preferred to make it herself, but retrieving food was almost just as good. “Is there a place I could go above us that’s open this late? And what would you enjoy? Are you strictly carnivorous or would you like a salad?” Emily would try to fill his stomach. Then maybe he wouldn’t have to rob anywhere tonight.

The girl looked at Sylar in the dim light. Emily realized she was still holding on to his shoulder thing and put her hand down. “Do you feel in these, or is it some sort of armor-exoskeleton thing?” She ran her finger over some of the black on his arm. She tried to pinch it, but it wouldn't give.

So on August 24th, Emily moved into the dorm. Her roommate was a lovely girl who enjoyed pink and black together and some show called Pretty Little Liars. They got along well enough, especially since Emily kept her mutation a secret. Emily had told her she had a boyfriend off-campus so the un-dead girl would never be sleeping in their room. That was fine with the other freshman, Cynthia.

Greek Rush began the same week classes started. Emily joined a Medical co-ed organization. She found it the best for meeting the right people. There was another medical Greek organization on campus, but the one that she joined had the most diversity. There were even some members with visible mutations. Emily couldn’t have asked for a better organization to join.

She had done a bit of reading on her class subjects. The girl who did not need to eat or sleep had plenty of time to study. Classes had started September 2nd and were going pretty well. There was one man in her lab group that believed women had no business in the sciences. He barely let Emily contribute to their work, if at all. Since then, Emily had asked to change groups. She didn’t want to deal with some male chauvinist.

It was Saturday and Emily was once again in the park. There were a lot more students now. She sat with one of her Calculus friends and had just finished going over Monday’s homework. The temperature was beginning to cool. Fall would be upon them soon.