Kate Bishop (everyshot) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2012-04-30 14:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: event: hydra zombie virus, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: kate bishop, z: om1: past character: peter parker |
characters: Kate, Spider-Man, Tony
setting: Zombieland, New York
content: Mostly zombie free.
summary: Just hanging out, really. Figuring out her next move if no one finds her.
The top floors were cleared out by now--Kate had some help with that from her remaining neighbors until they themselves disappeared or, well, turned. Or both. The guy a few doors down left in search of his family, and whether or not he found them--alive, anyway--well. She hoped he found them. She found Susan in all the havoc, eventually, but as luck would have it, Susan was already on her way to becoming a mindless flesh-eater. Kate didn't even know it until a day or two after the fact when the virus worked its way through her veins and made her crazy. One second they were curled up in bed together, the next, Susan was trying to take a bite out of her neck. It was then that Kate saw the infected mark on her arm.
That was weeks ago. Kate refused to stay in the room anymore, though she'd occasionally sit by the bathroom just to make sure her sister was still in there. Groaning? Check; Scratches against the door? Check. "You're gonna pay for that," Kate would joke, but the humor got old pretty fast. Luckily, she got a hold of her father days afterward, who was already out of the country before the virus even broke out. She'd never been more relieved. But that still left her with a zombie for a sister and an apocalypse for a home. Over all though, she managed quite well for herself, all things considered.
Thick clusters of clouds polluted by last night's disaster rolled in, blocking out the strings of sunlight that beamed down at her. The shelters were no good, the buildings around her were no good--and let's face it--eventually her apartment would be no good. It was only a matter of time before the hoard of zombies circling around the bottom would break in and come after her too. With her hand shielding her pensive eyes, Kate skimmed the horizon of structures still in tact before hopping to her feet and getting back to the word "HELP" largely painted across the rooftop in bold white letters. Thank god one of her neighbors had been a painter.