It was hot outside. Too hot for preference but it’s always pretty warm in America. Yet it’s even hotter in the summertime. The heat was getting to Peter, making him feel exhausted but he couldn’t sleep not yet.

Zombies were lurking around. Peter was always on edge, expecting to see an undead dude around a corner. He wouldn’t admit it but he was pretty scared.

It only took one damn week for all the X-Men to fall. But Peter escaped the area and used his speed to run to escape New York and fled to some random forest in Pennsylvania.

The silver haired mutant found a cabin in the woods, he thought that was a pretty good idea to hide. He thought he was safe until…

Creak…

Someone was in the other room. Was it a zombie or noninfected human?