Day 1

She'd boarded up the door, that was a good start. For Darcy Lewis anyways, after listening to the things outside her apartment shuffling around and the screaming she'd done the only thing she'd ever done in times of trouble, when she needed comfort. Darcy had curled up onto her sofa and clutched her cat closely, trying to find some comfort in the long fur of the four legged animal which purred contently from the close contact.

"Tesla, this is some really super crazy bad shit we're in," She told the cat who simply pushed his head against hers in affection. Knee's cracking, Darcy stood up, opening a free window and peering outside, making sure the knots in the bedsheet hanging from the window were still tight and secure. She'd drawn on a couple of words to try and signal someone, but she was starting to figure that 'I know some of the Avengers why don't you guys come and save a sister' wasn't the best way to get attention. Or maybe they were dead. Or maybe they got the hell out of the city. The last possibility seemed the best. Whatever the case, Darcy was not leaving this apartment on her own, not until she was sure as sugar she'd got someone to travel around with.

Merlin hated big cities. They were far too confusing to navigate without any help, and his internal compass had never been that wonderful to begin with. Having turned a corner and lost sight of the Stark Tower behind a clump of skyscrapers, Merlin wandered aimlessly through the streets, continually knocking on doors in an attempt to find more survivors.

Once or twice he went to turn onto a street before spotting a clump of the infected there, hastily doubling back on himself in order to avoid drawing attention to himself. But, Merlin's luck ran out eventually, and he found himself being chased by a cluster of five or six of the infected that he hadn't been able to avoid.

Glancing over his shoulder to see if they were still following him (they were), Merlin realised that he was once again headed in the direction of the Stark Tower. In fact, it was only a block or two away. However, not wanting to draw the infected towards any survivors that might be waiting there he stopped dead in the middle of the street and turned to face them, baseball bat at the ready.

One of the infected broke apart from the rest of the group and started to sprint at him, crazed glint in its eyes. Forcing himself not to panic, Merlin waited until it was almost in range before swinging the baseball bat with all of his power, backing up a couple of steps as the bat came into contact with its head, smashing it apart like an overripe pumpkin.

"OH GOD." He shouted without thinking, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, and trying to stop himself from retching at the gory mess in front of him. The other infected seemed mesmerised by the sight of their fallen comrade, so Merlin took the opportunity to start running away. There was no way he was sticking around to do that again.

((welp this is long, sorry))

"Peter, you can't go out there alone" Willow shouted after him, getting no reply. "I can't believe I'm going to do this" she muttered to herself and followed him out.

As soon as she got outside Willow pulled her gun out and looked around for zombies. "Peter?" she shouted, "You need to come back inside. It's not safe out here."

Peter was stood in the middle of the road, looking around in bewilderment. "I heard shouting," he muttered to himself, trying to keep track of absolutely everything at once.

Willow was about to walk over to Peter and try to get him to come back inside when it happened, a man ran around the corner followed by about five zombies. "Crap" she muttered under her breath. Willow tried pulling the trigger on the gun, but it seemed to be out of bullets "great, this is just what I need" she whispered.

Without pause, Peter grabbed Willow around the waist carefully and began to sprint, running in a way that almost - well, was spiderish, most ironically, and managed to get them into Stark Tower, the man with the baseball bat hot on their heels.