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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 19:48:23 GMT
Post by Ellie on Oct 31, 2012 19:48:23 GMT
The city was calm today.
Chest heaving, Peter ran a hand through his hair nervously, hanging from one of the many skyscrapers that New York was famous for. It was quiet. Too quiet.
Without allowing himself to linger on it for too long, he swung from one building to another, eyes scanning near and far desperately. Below him, buildings and cars and cabs lay in ruin. The whole city smelt of dank and dark and - well, blood.
It made him uneasy. Far, far too uneasy.
It had only been a couple of days since the nuclear fallout had happened. Only a couple of days since people had died, and then come back to life, and then wouldn't die. Only a couple of days since he had been wandering around his high school, wondering if anything interesting was ever going to happen.
Yeah. He regretted that now. Quite a bit.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 21:07:37 GMT
Post by chloe on Oct 31, 2012 21:07:37 GMT
Bruce let out a trembling breath, and then he stepped out into the light. He knew it was a bad idea; hell, it was the worst idea he could possibly think of. But he needed to get out of Stark tower, needed to get away from all the dead bodies, and he was a doctor and he couldn't save them and-
Keep it together he reminded himself. Bracing himself, he cringed against the light. How long had he been crouched in the dark under that desk, waiting for everything to be okay?
Days, at least.
And now, he had nobody. Nobody at all; he was all alone again. He guessed it was going to be like that for the rest of..well, his days. Which were looking limited, given the gristly state of everything.
He needed to get out of here, out of the city, away from these people. Maybe he could walk to Mexico, maybe it would be okay there.
Walking to mexico? Impossible. Then again..he looked around, still leaning against the wall, body tense.
Nothing was impossible.
Not now.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 21:18:23 GMT
Post by Ellie on Oct 31, 2012 21:18:23 GMT
Below Peter, there were screams.
He froze.
It looked like a woman - arm half off, scabs making her skin look burned and painful - and Peter winced merely at the sight of her. She was half naked, and there were zombies - so, so many of them-
He hadn't seen them before. But he had now.
They were just like humans, he supposed. A little greyer. But then their hair was matted, and dirty, and clumps of it had clearly fallen out from what he had seen. The little group of the zombies were growing - more and more and more appearing as the woman's screams grew frantic and weaker and began to gargle.
Without warning, the pile of zombies overtook her, and she fell silent altogether.
Stomach heaving, body trembling, it was barely thinking as Peter got away. He didn't care where to - just away. He landed on the roof of a building, stumbling to his knees, ignoring the smell of blood that surrounded him.
For what wouldn't be the first time, Peter fainted.
((OMG WAT A WUSS I TELL U))
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 21:34:10 GMT
Post by chloe on Oct 31, 2012 21:34:10 GMT
As Bruce was contemplating Mexico and sidestepping along the wall of a building, he heard screams.
Not too far off, either. Maybe a couple of streets away. He wrinkled his nose against the vile smell in his nostrils, and kept moving. Had to find somebody else. Had to.
He moved in a daze down the street, shuffling over the dead bodies. Dead, everybody. Dead..almost all of them.
Maybe if he was in Atlanta, he'd be able to find the CDC and maybe there they'd help him. But he doubted it. Something big had happened.
He pressed on forward, ever wary of what may be around the next corner.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 21:47:11 GMT
Post by Ellie on Oct 31, 2012 21:47:11 GMT
With a gasp, Peter woke up shivering.
Without realising it, it had turned - well, murky. Like smog. Thick, disgusting smog. The screams hadn't stopped, either. If anything, they'd grown louder. Harsher.
He had to help whoever was down there.
Doing up his jacket, he peered off the edge of Stark Tower. The smog was far, far thinner on ground level, and he could vaguely see a figure walking down there. One that looked suspiciously non-zombie like.
"Hey," he yelled loudly. "Don't go down-" he sighed, giving up the shouting. "Goddammit," he cursed, then swung off the building, determined to make sure this person wasn't converted too.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 22:07:15 GMT
Post by chloe on Oct 31, 2012 22:07:15 GMT
Bruce looked up, but not in time. Not before somebody'd - something- had leapt at him. He stumbled backwards, and hit a wall. It was hissing, spitting, and it wasn't human. The skin was lacerated, crusty - and the eyes looked wild. Not human. Not now.
He sprang from the wall and started to run as fast as he could, which probably wasn't fast enough. His breath was coming in harsh pants now, but he couldn't stop. Not with all those things; about three of them now, all after him.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 22:12:00 GMT
Post by Ellie on Oct 31, 2012 22:12:00 GMT
With a mumbled curse, Peter practically skydived, stopping himself from falling merely moments before he would have snapped his neck. With a swift move, he tightened his grip on the web hanging from the 'S' of 'STARK' tower and kicked the chasing zombie in the back.
It spluttered and groaned, almost looking as if it were going to get straight back up again, but Peter didn't give it the chance, quickly jumping onto its neck to snap the spinal cord. If the signals from the brain - and the virus - couldn't reach the rest of the body, then the zombie was basically rendered useless.
He dropped to the floor, arms shaking from exhaustion and pain. The man, he noted, was still running. With a quick sigh Peter made a move to leave, but found his legs too weak to support him and crumpled to the ground with a cry. Shit. From what had happened earlier, he had no doubt the zombie - things would be on him within seconds.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 22:46:20 GMT
Post by isobel on Oct 31, 2012 22:46:20 GMT
Willow had heard that the safest place in the city was probably Stark Tower, but every time she tried to get there the zombies would come and she would have to run. There wasn't much magic that would work on the zombies so she had given up trying.
She was almost at the tower when something leapt onto her, pushing her to the ground. It tried to bite her, before she could stop herself she was screaming.
Willow tried to push the zombie off, but it was too heavy. "This is it" she whispered to herself "This is how I'm going to die."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a gun lying on the ground, she reached for it and managed to grab it. She put it to the zombies head, praying it was loaded. She pulled the trigger, the zombie fell to the ground just next to her.
Willow got up and ran towards Stark Tower.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 22:51:26 GMT
Post by Ellie on Oct 31, 2012 22:51:26 GMT
Without waiting for the man to turn, Peter forced himself back to his feet, ignoring how every muscle in his body was shaking and he just wanted to collapse. He had to get back inside - now. At least there, there was a small chance of survival.
With a groan, he began to sprint, jumping up onto the side of the building and scrambling up the wall, desperate to just be out of there and away and most importantly, safe.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 22:55:42 GMT
Post by chloe on Oct 31, 2012 22:55:42 GMT
He saw a man, but he wasn't sure if he was really there. He must be hallucinating.
He saw something glinting in the corner of his eye - and he started towards it. He didn't want to hulk out, not now. He concentrated on running, and the beat in his head, and he must've been concentrating too hard because the next thing he knew, he was face first in the cold silvery ladder.
There was blood in his mouth, but he didn't care. He hauled himself up, his feet slipping, his eyes watering. When he finally made it to the top, confident he was safe, he collapsed, panting harshly.
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 23:17:42 GMT
Post by Ellie on Oct 31, 2012 23:17:42 GMT
Sitting back on the roof of the building, Peter just panted, desperately wondering when the last tome he had eaten was and how his Aunt May was doing, if she were doing anything but eating brains at all. He sighed a little, getting to his feet, fully intent on wandering inside to find food when he finally spotted the figure on the roof with him.
"H-hello?" he stuttered out nervously. He recognised the face from somewhere - he just wasn't sure exactly where from.
((HAY BRUCE HAY))
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 23:41:46 GMT
Post by isobel on Oct 31, 2012 23:41:46 GMT
Willow continued to run until she was finally inside Stark Tower. She looked around, the place looked deserted. "Hello?" she shouted, "Is anyone here?"
She walked around the tower for a while, looking for any signs of life. "Hello?" she shouted again. Eventually Willow gave up and sat down on a chair, planning what she would do next.
Willow decided that the best idea would be to join up with other people. Now all she had to do was find someone else.
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Day 1
Nov 1, 2012 13:26:23 GMT
Post by chloe on Nov 1, 2012 13:26:23 GMT
Upon hearing a voice, Bruce exhaled harshly, struggling upright. Had they climbed the ladder, were they following h-
"H-hello" came a voice, and narrowing his eyes against the sunlight, Bruce realized that it was the boy (man?) he'd seen earlier.
Brushing a clammy hand across his face and pushing his hair back, he smiled nervously (a smile that looks like a grimace, he thought to himself idly)
"Are..." He trailed off, then licked his lips curiously. "Peter Parker" he breathed silently. "It's you"
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Day 1
Nov 1, 2012 13:58:10 GMT
Post by Ellie on Nov 1, 2012 13:58:10 GMT
A small frown crossed his face and Peter automatically moved into a defensive position. "Yes," he agreed tentatively. "I'm Peter Parker." He frowned at the man; he had seen him before, but he couldn't put a name to the face.
He slowly moved forwards, hands out in the universal gesture of calm. "Are you hurt? Can I help?"
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Day 1
Nov 1, 2012 14:07:25 GMT
Post by chloe on Nov 1, 2012 14:07:25 GMT
Bruce grinned, shaking his head. "I'm fine..unscathed, for now" He pulled himself up, and began scanning his surroundings.
"My name's Bruce Banner" He explained, still gazing at the ruins of new york. "I've been in...hiding, you might say..for quite a while" He looked sheepish. "I've been residing in Stark Tower, home to the genius Tony Stark-" He stopped, suddenly swallowing. "I'm not sure of his whereabouts..."
He cleared his throat. "It's nice to meet you, although the circumstances.." He laughed shakily, his eyes flashing wildly. Stay Calm, Banner, he reminded himself.
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