Rooms

[It takes days to find the way out.

Mary Jane and Peter get there first, after being spotted and chased by the farmhouse survivors who are unwilling to let them escape. It's brutal, and their battle leads them far astray from the rendezvous point. Eventually, they find a city and, with the remaining survivors still in desperate pursuit, they make it out.

Harry, Flash and Gwen take longer. They linger at the rendezvous point, unwilling to give up hope, and their supplies run out a few days in. By the time they find the door in a nearby town, they're dangerously dehydrated, starved, weak, and barely able to avoid the zombies that they can no longer shoot due to lack of ammunition.]

[Locked to Gwen S]

Made it out yet?

[Locked to Natasha R]
[As Alison V.]

Still kicking?

[Locked to Jo H]
[As Alison V.]

How are the tropics?

[As Jonathan K]

At first, this place was rather novel. Exciting, even.

Now? I'm quite bored. And the daily struggle is getting quite old.

[Locked to Becky L]

Hello.

[Locked to Bruce W]

So, it's been fun, but the loft is getting a little crowded. Shoo.

[Locked: Stark Tower & all who reside in her]

So long, all. Don't kill each other. (Please?)

[Public because Flash is too tired for locking shit]

yo we're back. mj? parker?

[Peter was running for his life, literally. MJ was close at his heels and behind them, fast approaching, were their farmhouse friends, except they'd proven to not be very friendly at all.

Okay, so he hadn't been naive enough to think they'd be thrilled with the four of them sneaking out, but giving chase? He hadn't actually expected that. Not like this. They'd been on their tails for days, which meant meeting up at the rendezvous point hadn't been possible and he could only hope that Gwen and the others had better luck. He hoped they wouldn't wait around, hoped they'd go on and find a door and get the hell out. There was a lot to hope for, too much, but he tried. The past couple of days involved a whole lot of running and hiding, and then, in a terrifying moment, their pursuers had actually caught up. Peter was no stranger to physical fights but he was powerless here, and he thought it was something of a miracle that he and MJ managed to fight them off and escape at all.

And here they were, running again, for their lives, so, so close to escape. The city offered more cover, and they tried door after door in the hope that one would work. There it was again; hope.

He pulled MJ into a building, ran up, up, and stopped at the door leading out from the stairwell to the hall. They were right behind them, he could hear the footsteps. It was now or never, and Peter sucked in a breath, yanked open the door, and hoped.

It was, thankfully, the hotel hallway he stumbled out into, and once MJ was through he slammed the door shut hard and leaned against it.] That... was way too close. [He could barely catch his breath, his chest hurt, and the right side of his jaw was swollen; plus, there was something sticky (blood?) in his hair and at his temple. But he was alive, and that was what counted, right? So was MJ.]

You okay?