I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

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The three-car convoy led by Peter cruised into Kings County, Georgia, a state rife with the echoes of gunfire and the palpable tension of the apocalypse. The cityscape bore the scars of survival, buildings standing as silent witnesses to the struggles that had unfolded within their walls.

As they drove deeper into town, the distant sounds of gunfire grew louder, creating an unsettling ambiance. The group, now seasoned in navigating the dangers of this new world, exchanged wary glances.

"It sounds like the military is still alive and well at the hospital." Peter commented, his plans for a military recruitment looking good.

MJ couldn't help but ask, "how are you planning to recruit them?"

Peter just smiled mysteriously, "I guess you'll just have to wait and see…"

Continuing their way into the city, the infected, drawn to the commotion like moths to a flame, ignored their cars and swarmed toward the source of the gunfire, running far faster than the zombies from the Walking Dead show.

Over the radios, Tommy's voice crackled in, breaking the tense silence. "What the hell is going on up ahead? Anyone got eyes on the situation?"

Joel's voice joined the conversation, skepticism evident in his tone. "Could be more survivors. Could be trouble. We should be cautious and give them a wide birth..."

Peter, taking a thoughtful pause, chimed in, "It's a risk, but we won't know until we check it out. It could be a camp of survivors trying to clear out the city, or even the military. There's far to many gunshots for it to be anything else…"

Michonne, ever watchful, added, "Or potential threats. I've seen how unpredictable people can be…"

Joel, listening to the exchange, felt the weight of the decision hanging in the air. "Peter, what do you think? Should we investigate?"

Peter, steering the lead car with a sense of purpose, responded, "We go and see. We don't commit to anything until we assess the situation. If it's trouble, we back off. If it's the military or survivors who need help, we evaluate from there."

With everyone in agreement, the convoy continued its path through the eerily empty streets, the unsettling sounds of gunfire seeming to never end. The infected, driven by instinct, swarmed towards the noise, their moans and shuffles filling the air.

As the group approached the source of the disturbance, the tension in the convoy grew palpable. The decision to investigate hung in the air like a delicate balance, each member contemplating the potential risks and rewards.

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The convoy, guided by the echoes of gunfire, moved closer to the source of the commotion. However, as they approached, the intensity of the gunfire seemed to wane, replaced by prolonged breaks of unsettling silence that hung in the air like a foreboding shadow. The group exchanged concerned looks, the absence of sustained gunfire raising unsettling questions.

Peter and MJ, alone in their car, shared a concerned look. "That doesn't sound very good," Peter commented.

The lack of continuous gunfire meant one of two things. Either the military at the hospital was running out of bullets, or they were running out of abled bodies to fire those bullets. Either way, it wasn't a good situation to be in.

Of course, they could have cleared out the zombies around them, which would explain the lack of gunfire, but that didn't seem likely. After all, just driving down the road now, Peter could see dozens of infected swarming towards the gunfire.

The convoy pressed forward through the streets, the unsettling sounds of gunfire continuing, guiding them to the heart of the disturbance. The tension in the air was palpable as they neared the source.

As they arrived, a sprawling hospital came into view, fortified with sandbags, barricades, and military vehicles. Soldiers stood on vantage points, firing on the ceaseless sea of zombies attempting to breach their defenses. The sight, though confirming Peter's earlier speculations, brought a sense of relief tinged with uncertainty.

The military, seemingly outnumbered and low on ammunition, faced overwhelming odds. Peter signaled the convoy to pause a few blocks down the street, cautioning everyone to hang on for a moment while he attempted to contact the military inside the hospital.

Switching through radio channels, Peter found the frequency of the military and listened in. The conversations painted a dire picture of exhaustion, fear, and urgent calls for more ammunition. The gravity of their situation became apparent as Peter eavesdropped on their desperate pleas.

Waiting for a break in the comms, Peter finally spoke up. "Yo, do you guys need any help?" The intrusion surprised the military.

As the soldiers exchanged glances, one couldn't help but question, "Who the hell is on our radio?"

After a moment of confusion, Major John Lewis, the highest-ranking officer, responded cautiously. "This is Major Lewis. If this is the three cars parked down the road, then your offer is appreciated, but sadly worthless. Even if you are police officers, which I doubt, you'll only get yourselves killed trying to help us. Go and find a safe place to hide, preferably outside of town, and away from populated areas."

Another voice broke in, "And stay off of our frequency, civilians!"

Ignoring the last idiot to speak, Peter was impressed by Major Lewis. After all, he quickly found where they were, assessed their strength, and was even kind enough to advise them against helping them.

'He would make a good subordinate…' Peter, smirked as he spoke through the radio. "We'll clear the horde out front before the sun sets," he assured them confidently. "Just sit back and enjoy the show…"

Switching back to the old frequency before they could reply, Peter quickly explained his plan to help the military, his voice cutting through the airwaves with authority. "Alright, here's the plan. We're going to clear the horde in front of the hospital. I need Michonne, Joel, Tommy, and MJ to get on the rooftops across the street. Bring a radio, firepower, and enough bullets to take on a small army. And don't forget to bring the kids. Barricade the doors behind you to keep the infected out."

Joel, ever the protector, immediately voiced his concern. "Are you sure this is a good idea? What if something goes wrong?"

Peter, with unwavering confidence, responded, "Trust me, Joel. We'll be fine. We need to act fast before the hospital is overrun. Now, move!"

As orders were given, Michonne asked a crucial question, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and determination. "What about you, Peter? What's your part in all this?"

Peter, with a smirk that hinted at both mischief and assurance, replied, "I'll need to borrow your sword, Michonne."

There was a moment of stunned silence over the radio as everyone processed what Peter had just said. Joel, ever the voice of reason, couldn't help but interject, "Are you out of your mind? You're going down there with just a sword against that horde?"

Peter cut him off before he could continue, his tone firm and resolute. "I'll be fine. Trust me. We need to move now."

Despite the protests that lingered in the air, the group followed Peter's orders. Doing so has kept them alive and thriving thus far, so they couldn't help but feel like Peter always had a plan.

As they departed MJ approached Peter. She kissed him passionately on the lips, a mixture of fear and love in her eyes. "I know you'll be fine, but…Come back in one piece, okay?"

Peter returned the kiss, his expression filled with reassurance. "I always do. Now, go. We've got a horde to deal with."

Meanwhile, Michonne handed Peter her sword, the exchange carrying a weight of unspoken worry on her part.

Each member grabbed their weaponry, mentally preparing for the upcoming challenge. Joel and Michonne, with their children in tow, moved swiftly towards the chosen building they would all perch themselves on.

As the group ascended to their vantage points, Peter took a moment to look at the weapon in his hands. 'This would probably dull after a few dozen kills.'

With a tap of his hand on the side of the blade, Peter watched as runes drew themselves along the sword, strengthening it's sharpness and durability to insane degrees.

Smirking as he gave the sword a few test swings, Peter eyes the horde down the road. "Time to impress some future henchmen…"

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Despite Peter's bold declaration to the soldiers in the hospital that he would clear the horde, skepticism and doubt lingered among the military ranks. Many soldiers mocked him for what they perceived as foolish bravado, while others, aligning with Major Lewis's caution, expressed concern for their safety. Either way, the prevailing sentiment was that Peter and his group were destined for failure.

However, as Peter confidently strode down the street toward the approaching horde, the soldiers outside couldn't help but notice his arrival as well as his calm demeanor and the single sword he wielded. Murmurs and speculation spread through their ranks, wondering if he was a madman or a survivor with a death wish.

As Peter neared the horde, which has just noticed his arrival, a collective gasp emanated from the soldiers as they witnessed a spectacle that defied their expectations. With a single, powerful swing of his sword, Peter decapitated over a dozen zombies at once. The bodies dropped to the ground, leaving the soldiers in awe of the unexpected display of skill.

Surprisingly, Peter didn't stop there. He quickened his pace and plunged headfirst into the sea of zombies outside the hospital. Soldiers shouted warnings and a mix of disbelief and concern, but their astonishment only grew as Peter continued to mow down the infected.

Rather than succumbing to the overwhelming numbers, Peter moved with an uncanny agility, slicing through zombies effortlessly. His sword became a blur of lethal precision, and the soldiers watched in disbelief as he carved a path through the horde, seemingly impervious to their attacks.

Major Lewis, initially skeptical, emerged from the hospital to witness the unfolding spectacle. Shock and awe painted his face as he realized that the horde was now entirely fixated on Peter. He barked orders to his men, instructing them to hold their fire and focus on clearing out the infected furthest from Peter to avoid any accidental harm to their unexpected savior.

The soldiers, once hesitant, followed Major Lewis's orders and began firing at the zombies on the outskirts of the horde. And as they did, MJ, Michonne, Joel, and Tommy, perched on a nearby rooftop, joined in the gunfire alongside them.

From their elevated vantage point, Tommy couldn't help but express his amazement. "I thought he was crazy, but look at him go…"

Michonne, normally reserved, couldn't help but nod in agreement. "He moves faster than I can see…"

Joel, still harboring some concern, added, "Let's make sure we cover him well. We don't know how long he can keep this up."

MJ smirked as she watched her husband work. 'Damn… he's so sexy right now~'

As the combined firepower of Peter's group and the soldiers thinned the herd, Peter continued his relentless assault on the infected. The once-threatening horde now appeared helpless against the skill and determination of this lone figure.

The soldiers, initially doubtful, were now witnesses to a feat that defied their expectations. The atmosphere shifted from skepticism to a mix of awe and gratitude. In that chaotic dance of life and death, Peter carved a path of survival, earning the immense respect of those who had doubted him just moments before.

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