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New York City: Five Days After the Incident
Infected Population: 1, 537, 500
The grape and blood colored sky loomed over the infested city. Monsters roared across the viral battlefield like a demonic choir. Gunshots echoed through the darkness. Sickening screams of survivors serenaded in the ichor filled streets.
And the city's savior? Just another victim of this crisis, all because of her... all because he wanted to save her.
Gwen Stacy, forced into a heroic role she wasn't ready for. She had to make a spider-powered armor, using the remnants of a Hunter Bot, just so she could give the people a sliver of hope in this madness.
But hope was on it's deathbed, and the reaper will soon be here to snatch it away.
All she could do amongst the apocalypse was walk. She hung her head down, moping across the rooftop. The flames from downed hunters and helicopters illuminated her white, black, and pink armor with a orange glow. Gunfire from raging Oscorp soldiers just barely missed her. The deformed animalistic creatures coated in black slime just attacked the soldiers, probably finding them to be easier prey.
As Gwen got closer and closer to the edge of the rooftop, she began to pick up speed, sprinting toward the edge of the skyscraper and leaping off of it. Gwen briefly let herself fall down the building before firing a web line at the another nearby skyscraper. She swung out of the battle raging on behind her and zipped to the wall of a nearby building. After that, she pushed herself off, going back into the air then shooting a web at a flying creature.
Gwen pulled herself onto the winged beast, then bounced off of it. She repeated her web strike with two more of the soaring monsters and then swung down to the ruined streets to kick two pests into the air. Gwen, using a web line, launched herself into the air and then zipped down to another rooftop.
She stood tall, getting a good look at the city skyline, now unrecognizable with the towers of black bio mass enveloping the buildings. Some of the slimy towers took the shape of a pyramid with webs of tendrils splitting from their bottoms. Other goo fortresses were like a handful of giant eggs squished together in a tumorous glob. But the one that stood out from the rest was a colossal skyscraper with a big scythe shaped blob protruding from it's side.
Gwen just collapsed to her knees, unable to bear the ungodly sight. She took her helmet off and slammed her hands into the ground, stressful tears streaming down her face.
"What has become of this city?" She said out loud, not caring who or what heard her. "I don't know how to stop this!"
She started sobbing uncontrollably, unsure of how she would save the city... and if she could save him.
"Maybe you're not meant to stop this." A dark voice cooed.
Gwen slowly stood up, her body shaking as she turned around.
Behind her, stood a familiar young man, wearing an fleshy dark suit. His almost inhuman pale skinned face stared into hers with a disturbingly reassuring expression.
"Peter..." She murmured.
"It's not too late, Gwen. You can still become part of something greater. You and I can be together forever in the hive." Peter spoke, holding out his clawed hand to her, offering her a chance for infectious salvation.
Gwen gulped, wanting to both stand her ground and fight, and to just let go and be with him again.