"These corpses keep closing in, and they can't be put to rest. Sandy, what do you think?"
Being surrounded by the living dead in a bizarre little town in the middle of the night was not a good team-building activity. Especially since these corpses had been peaceful and smiling not long ago, yet now every one of them was bleeding from all seven orifices, their faces twisted in agony.
As Jay shoved back the encroaching living corpses, he took the time to ask the fourth Dream's opinion. After all, the latter was the smartest detective on the team.
These living corpses, missing the upper halves of their heads and their brains, were clearly not alive. Yet at the same time, they possessed astonishing vitality. Even Power Girl's attacks could not destroy them.
She could punch a whole cluster of living corpses into powder, but as though sucked up by an invisible vacuum cleaner, they would reassemble from the fragments and continue reaching out with both arms to grope for the superheroes.
"Unable to rest in peace" was simply the polite way of saying they could not be killed.
"Freeze them first, Supergirl," Sandy said. His "hypnotic gas gun" had failed because it was a high-tech weapon. The only weapon he held now was a steel pipe, and he had already tested it—it was useless against these monsters.
So the best course was to have Karen use cold breath to restrain the living corpses first, then figure things out from there.
Of course, if it had been anyone else, there was another good option: retreat immediately. They could return to the Hall of Justice or Battery Park.
These living corpses might have Super Strength and super endurance, but they moved about as fast as ordinary people. There was a speedster among