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Apocalypse Pt. Four

guys, gals and non-binary pals, sit back and grab you're popcorn or whatever the hell you want because this is gonna be a bumpy ride

TW: gore and lots of death. if you have an uneasy stomach, please refrain from reading

It had been three days when Peter had started to roam around the deserted city of Brooklyn, New York. Buildings had been burnt down and were crumbling, and the sudden wave of exhaustible heat was deathly. The air was toxic, filled with the stench of nuclear waste and gunpowder- it was unbreathable.

It may have only been three days since the apocalypse, but Peter had already changed. He had needed to adapt to the new circumstances he was now living under. His usual outfits needed to go away to match with the new temperatures he wasn't used to, he had to always pay attention incase an infected attacked him, he had to be ready.

His outfit get up was made up of black military pants he found in an abandoned store, a loose gaming tank top that was hidden away in his old closet at the apartment, combat boots he found in Steve Rogers' closet at the Tower, and a bandana he found in Clint Barton's wardrobe, as well as a mask around the bottom half of his face so he didn't breathe in the toxic fumes. He always had a jacket tied around his waste incase it started to rain or he injured himself, using it to wrap the wound tightly.

There was no sign of his friends, MJ and Ned, and Peter was worrying himself to death. He hadn't run into any healthy person yet, and it was scaring him. And you know what's even scarier? Things would constantly gli-xbsiusbx-tch out, like buildings or the infected- even clouds.

He could've swore he saw a-

e r r o r
barrier reached
rebooting
this may take a while...

error fixed
you will be ready to continue on in just a moment

Peter gritted his teeth as he used his muscles to lift a five ton bus off of a poor, unlucky civilian who had died in an accident. He searched the person for anything valuable, a small piece of paper tucked away in their jacket catching his eye. With shaky fingers, he pulled it out a read it over.

whoever fInds This:

pleaSe, help us. they Are coming. they won't stop until they Get what they want. people Are dying. you are our only hope at this point. they're Maniacs. please, savE us, save yourself, save the world before it's too late. keep your eyes up, don't trust anyone. you never know what they could do.

-Everest Octain

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he clutched the note in his hands. He could easily see the secret message, as it was something he had done countless times before himself. But what did it mean?

Stuffing the paper in his back pocket, Peter continued on his way after making sure he had not overlooked anything on the strange person. He wrinkled his nose as he passed his old school, the stench of blood and garbage filling his nostrils. But just as he was about to walk away, his mind tangled and a sound was heard in the distance, coming from inside Midtown.

Hesitating before committing, Peter began to sprint towards the school building, the sound of talking growing louder and louder. There had to be at least fifty or more people inside the structure. He shoved the doors open with little force before speed-walking through the destroyed halls, following the sounds of the voices.