"Not as interesting as fashion zombies, bro... It's been dead around here. Uh... so to speak."

The police scanner suddenly jumps to life.

"...Rainbow Raider spotted on East 27th Street," it announces. "Attacking random civilians..."

It's a good thing the scanner was programmed to turn on when it hears mention of superhuman activity.

"Dude!" Richie blinks, hopping to his feet. He slips his helmet on over his head as his backback clambers onto his back. "What's he doing out here?"