Scott found it difficult to say the least, building upon building, complex after complex, all zombies, no survivors. It was as if he was the last living person on Earth.
"New York itself might be gone, but there are more places left in the world. I'll need to head back and get to the quinjet, my motorcycle if I must, have a bit of food on me to last a trip."
He walked off and was halfway to the X-Mansion. But he figured a stroll in a zombie infested New York wouldn't be a complete cake walk. Nearly there, Scott was huffing and wheezing. 'Tired... so, so damn tired,' a smaller horde, ten to fifteen maybe, made its presence known.
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"N-No," as the horde made its way Scott couldn't find his will to fight.
"Tired... so, so damn tired," Scott collapsed, his head pounding, his eyes in pain. He gave into his despair, he failed.
BANG!
TWOOM!
BANG!
WANK!
BANG!
Several gunshots were heard along with metal hitting flesh, ringing heavily into Scotts ears making his headache worse. Just then he heard a familiar voice in the distance.
"Get up, soldier! You're still an X-Man aren't you?"
'No. No it couldn't be,' he thought. He slowly lifted himself up, and saw the silhouette of none other than Captain America! "You hurt, Summers?" "My head is splitting but I think I'm fine."
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"So you're not all zombie right now, but will be soon?" Spider-Man asked, "Yes, slowly but surely I will eventually become one of those monsters. But with the time I have left I will do what I can." "Thank you, Strange, I'm sure Pym and Richards will make great use of your talents!" Black Panther said excitedly. "Just Stephen is fine." The trio headed back to their hq.
