Peter Parker one-shots

In a new world

This Totally wasn't accidentally published with my working title
Goodbye 'unnamed zombie Au'
So if you know me at all, you know that I LOVE zombies.... Like a lot so here we are! Kinda apocalypse AU
Please tell me what you guys think and if you'd like anything else in this style ☺️
This is also kind of a sequel to 'now he's gone'
TW: major character death, swearing, zombies?( is that a TW?), weapons/gore (not strong at all tho!)

A  boy looked about him with boyish wonder. His aunt, who was like a mother to him was dancing around their small kitchen, a soft hum leaving her lips. Peter didn't recognise the song but that was to be expected from the 11 year old as the child often, when left to his own devices, opted for reading about and researching various scientific studies. These things should have been far above his level of understanding yet Peter managed to grasp every concept mentioned.
His aunt turned off the light but was quickly illuminated by q small cluster of candles gather on the top of a cake, roughly done but Peter could feel the amount of love that went into the crudely applied buttercream. Her voice rang quietly as the familiar sounds of 'Happy Birthday' filled the air. Peter smiled as his aunt got closer and felt a large smile grace his face. He was filled with joy and that refused to cease along side with his smile. To say he was overjoyed was an understatement.

—-(*☻-☻*)——- (name the timeskip)

A shaky breath forced its way out, creeping passes chapped lips. The cloaked figure glimpsed down at the dusty electronic devise sat in their gloved hand. A grim expression on their face lay clear to see. As they tried to push down the bittersweet memories that often plagued their nightmares and daydreams.
Their dark brown eyes, once filled with child like innocence, now pronounced with dark circles . The evident price of exhaustion. Curly, brown hair now stuck to his forehead in a greasy, sweaty mess. And a once blushing pale complexion now turned dull, dark and paler. A single salty tear flitted down their face in a thin rigid trail. More however quickly brimming at the edges of their sorrowed eyes. Sharp inhales of air desperately being taken in an attempt to hinder the inflicting memories that got through the floods gates.
More memories started to rush through, memories of meeting Ned, ones of meeting Harry, being bitten by that fucking spider, meeting Mr. Stark, fighting in Germany, dying in space, coming back, his first kids. So many beautiful memories. Her each one made another tear fall. Why?
Because all those people were now dead.

Peter wished he had gone with them. Also being a member of the undead army, devoid of all emotion of complex thoughts. But no, that fucking spider bite had rendered him immune to the virus. (MAYBE INSERT ANTI VAXXER JOKE?) he had tried to move on, living for the hope that maybe there was someone else out there. He lived from a world where aliens regularly came down to earth and start a war, there had been three of those in the last 19 years he had been alive, so it wouldn't be a stretch to say that there was probably another human out in the world, and preferably one in America. As Peter didn't really want to travel across an ocean with no boat or airplane.
There had been a snap and he was back, but no one was there. Well, no one was alive. The people he had previously been looking up to as heroes were all dead. Whatever had happened to them all must have happened while he was gone. By looking at the disintegrating newspapers loitered around he had found out that it had been 5 years since his attack on titan. (SASAGAYEO), he felt a cold shiver go down his spine. He started walking forward again, his destination was still yet to be decided but there was nothing else to do. It was unlikely that his radio would ever get enough signal to work so he didn't feel the need to set up camp somewhere and start revealing his identity. He also wasn't sure just how advanced the zombies were, or if they had any humans on their side so it wasn't worth potentially giving up his location just for the off chance that someone might hear him.
It was beginning to get dark, even with his improved sight that allowed him a minor form of night vision, Peter realised he would have to stop for the night. He walked fo a bit longer until he found an wear-house that was, as everywhere was at this point, abandoned. After tying up a few of the undead monsters with some of his web (he couldn't bring himself to kill them, Spider-Man didn't believe in that) he took the thinning fleece blanket out of his rucksack and settled in a corner. He never understood why movies said to never corner yourself. It helped A lot. He only had to worry about two directions instead of four. Regardless, he went under the blanket, seeking solace in the bit of warmth it gifted him, and began to fall asleep.
"I- is —- is anyone -t—here? S-ome—-on—-e—h-h-h—el—-p"
Peter woke up, where was the voice coming from, his eyes darted around manically, desperately trying to see if there were any figures hidden in the dark. But alas, there were none. Suddenly his eyes moved towards the small radio that was falling out of the canvas backpack. It was coming out of there.

The second part is gonna be out soon, I just didn't want the chapter to get to long😅
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