The Nowhere Island

The Nowhere Island. (P13)

The woman wrapped her soft, black coat around her slightly.
Thunder rumbled angrily as if it knew what she was going to do.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered shakily. "I'm so sorry."
A bus ran past her and she winced, waiting for it to run her over. In a way, she almost wanted it to. If she was dead she couldn't do what she had to.
She bit down on her already sore lip like she always did when she was nervous. It was red and bleeding once she made it to the building.
She saw the people, some she had been told about in the brief, Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Edward Leeds, sitting and eating and smiling. Alive. Because of her they'd all...
She couldn't think about it.
The recruits were bad enough, at least when they were sent off it wasn't specifically her helping them strap their seatbelts, watching over them, pressing the button to let them out of the plane. This time it would be her choice. Her decision.
It was a lot harder to ignore when it was her doing. The small, solid explosion she had held tightly in her fist felt heavy as she raised an arm.
The glass shattered.
The woman was incredibly surprised when one of the people, the oldest, appeared to transform into some sort of black goo...thing. She didn't quite understand what was happening in that half a second.
But she knew she had to run.
Nowhere had taken a lot of alien technology over the years, hence the explosion encased in rock, so she had to be careful not to move her pockets too much, as many other dangerous things could drop to the floor.
Her blonde hair fell out of her bun as she ran, but she didn't have time to fix it.
Whatever that creature was, it was following her.
A long, black tendril latched onto her back, forcing her to stand still. She looked up in worry at the thing that stood before her.
"Who do you think you are?"