Land Of Opportunity [Spider Gwen X Male Reader]

Alliance

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..Y/N!....Y/N!...
A voice of a man shouted

"WAKE UP Y/N!" The same man shouted

Y/N opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of a battlefield, he got off the ground, and the man who screamed his name was nowhere to be found, there wasn't a single man nearby, he was in a city, a wrecked city, the buildings had no paint on them, all of them were that color of the ashes. He walked towards one of the buildings and entered it, it was an apartment of some sort, there were five rooms on the ground floor, all the walls were just as gray and looked very dead.

The smell of rotten meat combined with human waste got the attention of Y/N.

The smell was coming from one of the rooms, he went towards the room the smell was coming from and opened the door, the stench only grew, he went in and found a rotting body of a soldier, what was odd was that the body was standing and not lying on the floor, one of the eyes seemed to be pushed into the socket by someone else, possibly by an enemy, there was a tennis ball sized hole in the middle of the body, the heart was hanging out of it, the legs looked like it was burnt, the bones and muscles were popping out, the left arm was ripped off and the right arm had multiple bullet holes through it, the mouth was... the lower jaw was ripped off and the tongue was hanging from the upper neck and the nose was non-existent. Blood covered most of the body.

Y/N remembered that this was the body of his squad mate, before he could even remember anything else, the walls fell down and blinding light followed with a burst so loud that Y/N's eardrums ruptured.

Y/N opened his eyes and sprung up, he looked at himself, he was sweating a lot and was in oxygen-debt for some reason, he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, he had now realized that it was a dream, he looked at the time and saw that it was three in morning. It was a Saturday.

He got up and started his morning routine because he can't go back to sleep when he has these type of dreams, these dreams happen at least once or twice a week, he needed a therapist but he always brushed it off his mind, he always said "it is what it is" to himself to refused to go to a therapist.

After about thirty minutes, he finished dressing himself and got ready for the day, he went out the house and locked the door behind him, he got out with the same duffel bag filled with the money he had stolen a few days ago, he wanted to buy a bike, or build a bike to his liking.

He was now walking through the dark and cold streets of New York, he can't enter the automobile or part stores until 10 A.M. so he had to do something else for the time being.
A scream interrupted Y/N's walk, it came from an alley, Y/N got curious and went to check it out, the streets were empty, no one was walking around and no cars were passing by so he thought that somebody was in danger and proceeded.

There was a woman in a bright purple outfit with a leather jacket, she had high heels and black messy hair. She was a turning to stay away from a man in front of her, the man had a Glock 18 in hand pointed at the woman's chest, he wore a black leather jacket which had a text saying "THE DEVILS", it seemed to be a member of a biker gang of some sort.

"Drop the gun," Y/N's voice went through the alley,

"Huh, oh, heyy, what are you gonna do bitch?" The man yelled,

"This," Y/N quickly pulled out his Glock 17 and fired a warning shot into the air,

The man tried turning his barrel towards Y/N but before he could do it, Y/N shot the man in the chest, making him fall to the ground, the woman screamed and ran out the alley, running past Y/N.