twd: spidey crew
[Peter thought looking for MJ at night was a really stupid idea, especially since Flash was the only one who actually knew what he was doing, but there wasn't time to argue. It would just go sour from there if they got into it with each other, which was probably the only reason why they went with Harry's suggestion at all. But once darkness fell it was ten times more terrifying than daytime, and no amount of video games could have prepared him for this. He'd fought all kinds of criminals, a giant lizard, his best friend; but this was a new kind of horror, and he just wanted to find MJ and get out.
Nights were hard. Dark, just their flashlights, and sticking together wasn't easy. Sure, it got better, but he couldn't forget the times they got separated, the suffocating fear of not knowing where Gwen was, or Flash, or Harry, until a scream or gunshot led the way. And he'd had his own close calls, enough to make him wonder if he was going to die out here; he thought a lot about Aunt May, about how he had to make it out for her, because he couldn't leave her all alone in the world. He just couldn't do that to her.
He didn't sleep, really. He didn't talk much, either. There wasn't a whole lot to say, not here, not now, and every now and then he offered up his opinion but for the most part he let Flash take the lead. Without his powers he felt useless; smarts wouldn't get them anywhere out here. The goal was to get MJ, right? Get MJ, and get out. Alive.
By the time they reached the farmhouse Peter was almost too afraid to hope, but he did anyway. The candle was a sign of life, and the barbed wire had definitely been set up by humans. Living, functioning people.] Finally. We made it. [Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but whatever. He glanced back to make sure everyone was together, that no zombies were popping up out of nowhere, before turning to head down the road to the house.]