Marvel Zombies Resurrection: Seeking a Bright Future

Accepting the Consequences

"Peter?" Karla Sofen, looking even more beautiful than before, whispered to the arachnid hero of New York. It has been seven years since everything went to hell, and all she and her group did was eat, sleep and survive. But at this moment, they had to leave the rundown shack that they were currently resting at. "Wake up, Peter"

Peter groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He had finally removed the bandage that had been covering his left eye, a huge burn mark left in place. It reminded him of just how it all began and just who was responsible for his extended family's death. As he completely opened his eyes, he saw Karla right in front of him. Their faces in close proximity.

It has been seven years where the two of them would just unleash their frustration and lust on each other. The slight mistake that Peter had made had been resolved in a matter of seconds as they found themselves kissing each other as they tried to apologize to one another.

"Karla…" Peter groaned slightly, his head still in pain as he remembered all of the things he had done to ensure that everyone was alive. It had been the most dangerous years he had spent as a hero, and he was really not happy to keep on killing. But he knew that he must, for the survival of his remaining family. "What time is it?"

"Past sundown" Peter nodded, focusing on the people behind Karla. He looked at friends and family, all of them looking at him with a serious face. Forge looked quite the same, though his hair was turning a bit whitish at the sides. Valeria, he was proud of his niece, looked exactly like Susan. The long blonde hair tidied up in a ponytail. Franklin had slightly longer hair than average, as his blonde hair was back and only his tips were black. Then was Chewie, who practically stayed the same, though he had noticed that the feline was a bit larger than before, with a couple of white streaks on her tail. Kamala was next, her braided hair resting beside her face and resting over her right shoulder. His son, Gerry, was a happy kid even when he was dealing with this apocalyptic event. Peter could see that his son's prominent features were from his mother, Jessica Drew. He even gained the same blonde hair Jessica had before she dyed her hair black. But his eyes were his, that much he was sure. And Karla, he swore to god that she had been blessed with everlasting youth. All of them were wearing clothes that they had found during their raids. "Time to move"

Peter got up, his movement being fast and swift. He didn't have time to be lazy or to go at his own pace. They were always on the move because they needed to escape from a horde that may find them, especially if said horde housed a meta with them. Their little group has killed many of their previous friends and enemies, each kill making them feel worse. Or, like Peter, they would feel nothing, because they didn't have any more tears inside.

"Forge, where are Stark and Nana?" Peter asked. The once known Armored Avenger had been a huge help since they had found him on the station. He was constantly updating Nana, the Sentinel that they had found, and helping Forge create even more weapons from the remains of their dead comrades.

"Nana is doing a sweep not too far from here" Karla could see how Peter nodded as he adjusted his grip on the Staff that once belonged to Gambit. She had her hand ignited, illuminating the area as the kids were following behind her. It was a weird notion that Forge had made during their beginning years, but she wouldn't fault him. That strategy has worked more times than not. "Stark is with her, recollecting parts that may be useful from the Respawns that she may end up killing"

"How long are we going to keep Nana around?" And it was right there that she groaned silently. It has been a constant headache that Valeria had created, always asking when they were going to dispose of the Sentinel. Because of Franklin's blood identifying him as a mutant, Valeria had the right to be worried. But Karla couldn't comprehend why she was insistent on dispatching the Sentinel and sending it to scrap. It has helped them time and time again, and it hasn't attacked Forge or Franklin. Which would have been the major issue at hand. "I don't like it around Franklin"