"Captain Morgan?" Bob, the beefy-looking warehouse guy asked Sebastian and Quentin and the boy nodded."Yes, a little birdie told us he works here," Sebastian replied while Quentin shoved his hands in his pockets."The little shit is over there," The guy pointed at a boy who was unloading goods from a truck and taking them into the warehouse."Sebastian's mouth parted in shock because he had walked right past the boy countless times at school and didn't even know it was him. "Twenty bucks," Bob guy held out his gloved hand and Quentin put the money in his hand. He had told them he would let them go meet the boy after taking some money from them.Sebastian and Quentin were still astounded because one wouldn't suspect Captain Morgan had such quirks. He was a quiet kid at school who wore glasses. And he was bullied by Chase and the rest of the jocks."Hey, Captain. You have company!" Bob put his gloved hand at the corner of his mouth and shouted to grab the attention of the boy.And the

Harriet Calhoun was still glued to the spot where she was, she couldn't believe that the Abulterin drug was deadly and it was killing her. She had thought the drug was just a pain killer since it was advertised everywhere. How could the drug be deadly? It was puzzling."But there are ads for this drug everywhere," she wasn't even speaking to Sheriff Brightside but to herself. But her voice was loud enough to be heard by Macey's father who was still pacing back and forth in exasperation like she was his sick and dying wife."Macey's father took one look at November's mother and got even more upset, "it's a deadly drug, dammit!" He thundered at the top of his voice like an enraged giant like it could break down the doors and windows in the hospital.This made Harriet Calhoun's temper rise because she didn't need someone shouting up and down in her hospital ward. It was rather affecting her condition since the headache was still the same."Will you calm the fuck down, Aleric!?" She yelled

November wondered if he should tap into his super speed and head to his mom's favorite burger joint because it had been a while since he had made use of his powers. He didn't use his quirk in eight days since the outbreak of the zombie aliens and sort he missed wearing his super suit and going after Scott Andrews to threaten his superpowers. Even threaten him over Mr. Anonymous.He had tried to live like a normal teen because he was traumatized from seeing a four-year-old blonde boy who wasn't even human but the host of the zombie aliens. November couldn't still be normal even as he walked past little blonde boys, the way the host of the zombie aliens had looked at him, still haunted him badly, that was shy he had been trying to lay low with his quirks.And then it dawned on him about the Abulterin drug that was currently distributed they had in it ads everywhere, claiming it was this painkiller med.November was unsettled because he knew this drug will cause several deaths within and

Harriet Calhoun woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes. Someone was making pancakes and they smelt so good that she felt her mouth-watering.Wait a minute, could this be a dream or something? She died and woke up in the body of another person? A teen perhaps, whose mom was preparing her breakfast.She stretched and sat upright, and then began wondering why everything seemed so weird because she had expected to be in the hospital but it seemed as though she was in her room at the home of Sheriff Brightside.Was it true? She found herself looking around the room and found everything the same. The bed, her clothes neatly folded on top of the drawer, a black and white picture of her, Stacey, and November. And then another of Stacey's when she was an infant.And then it dawned on Harriet Calhoun that she really was in the home of Sheriff Brightside and her eyes widened in their sockets because she could remember dying slowly last night, and then her eyes closed and she couldn't

Flashback, to age four."Come here, you gummy bear," his dad lifted him and whirled him around. Not even caring that other older parents were openly staring at them. The young father and his son.He threw his head back and laughed heartily, before wrapping around the neck of his father. He always looked forward to his dad arriving to pick him up with his motorcycle. His classmates envied him for having a dad with a crazy motorcycle.When his dad stopped and put him down, he staggered for a few seconds, "I feel woozy, daddy,""Was that the new word you learned at school today?""Uhm, no. I saw it in this big book and had to ask my teacher about it. And then she told me the meaning.""I like that you learn new words every day. You are something I wasn't when I was your age. I slept throughout class and cried to go meet mama," the kid bubbled with laughter from hearing this."C'mere gummy bear," his father picked him up once more with a bright smile on his face, "did I spin you for too lo