<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/6cd3956bbfe70baaac82cb5ca77c99f8/tumblr_mmsqc4cC6Y1rooo17o1_250.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>         Morlock Healer<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>           Morlock Healer<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Morlocks<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   New York City<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Emma<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>The city was indeed devastated.  Buildings lay toppled and in ruin, and corpses littered the streets... men, women and children who had fallen at the hands of Apocalypse's brutal assault.  It was a testament to the ruthlessness of their foe.  It was a miracle that Emma had not encountered any of Apocalypse's soldiers yet... but her luck may well have been running out.  Movement from the haze of smoke and dust could be seen, and though Emma's telepathic powers were great, she was too focused on sending out her message to detect just who it was at that moment.  The figure staggered out, revealing himself as an old bearded man, obviously weary.  He wore blue clothing with a skullcap over his bald head.  He saw Emma and forced himself to move toward her, one hand out as though imploring her for assistance.<br/><br/><strong>"You are an X-Man... please... others are dead.  Help me."</strong><br/><br/>Thus far, no one else could be detected.  If she remained out in the open however, that would likely soon change.  It seemed that her luck was beginning to change for the better, at least for the moment.  But how long would it last?