Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel or Spider-man icons herein. Neither do I own anything about any story or plot of Spider-man: Web of Shadows.
A/N: Here is a take on the game Spider-man: Web of Shadows. This is going to be a series of short stories about different people's point of view before, during, and after the symbiote invasion. If you find yourself a little lost or confused you may want to read a quick plot of the game, but I'll try not to keep you to far out of the loop.
Chapter One: First Signs
It was upon us. Some of us knew it was here some of us were completely caught off guard. The following accounts were those who fought and survived this alien invasion. Stories of heroism, despair, hope, and perseverance. I am here to collect and report this human struggle so that it will never be forgotten.
I arrived at the apartment of Tim Locke. As he answers the door his face expresses great joy that I have arrived. The living room is styled with old English furniture and the coffee table is complete with an old china set as we both sit down to begin his interview.
Well shit, it's not like they were hard to spot. I mean you had to know what you were looking for, but before the outbreak we had no idea of their symptoms. Initially those who had been infected didn't look like Sam (symbiotes) they were just as normal as they come except for the little black alien living inside them. At first it was only one or two at time and their own family members were submitting them. The first one I came across was a young girl, 16 years of age and as healthy as they come. She had no mental or physical kinks until she arrived of course. She was beginning to show signs of mild schizophrenia. She complained of internal pains that we simply could not find and of course the "voices" in her head. I asked her parents of anything prior to her behavior that could have alluded to her current situation. If I remember correctly they said she had come home late one night and seemed very fatigued and went straight to bed. Of course that doesn't seem odd for a teenage girl these days, but what was odd is that the following morning she was missing, and her window had been opened. This also was very likely behavior you know sneaking out late at night to see some boyfriend or whatever the case. What made this spark my attention was that her window was on the 12th floor with no immediate fire escape. They had no idea how she must have managed to get down from her room.
From then on more and more patients arrived at our hospital. All were showing the same symptoms, and this created a bit of discomfort for our staff. See, after we began seeing so many cases we had our entire psych wing pulling twelve-hour shifts. We thought we had enough problems but that was just the beginning. Very shortly after arriving all the patients began to show aggressive behavior and you can almost put it as primitive behavior. They began screaming at and biting our nurses. We had to bring in our entire security staff just to subdue them. We began administering heavy sedatives, you know the ones that could put a horse down. It worked, for a day.
What chilled me the most and ultimately forced my decision to bring this to the board was that the patients began communicating with one another. They growled or hissed at one another. I'm not sure if you read about our incident in the paper. It was the first sign of panic. Goddamn press couldn't keep their mouths shut. See one of our nurses was doing a routine check up on a patient, but when she stepped inside the patient's room he was gone. She checked the room quickly before calling for more help. I was just passing the reception desk when I saw the light flicker for help in that room. I quickly noticed that the patient in that room was one of the nut cases and I grabbed the nearest security guard. We both ran over to the room expecting the usual, broken furniture, yelling, and a whole team of nurses holding one of them down. This was not the case. I tried I really did, but I was a second too late. As we were just a few feet from the room the nurse was yelling at us that she couldn't find the patient. That's when we both froze. You think during moments like these you would do something courageous like in a movie or something. Nope. We saw him. Little bastard was crawling on the ceiling just like our friendly neighborhood spider-man. Oh on a side note if you plan on interviewing that Son of a Bitch give him these. I know there is tons bullshit out there in the media right now about who started this whole mini-apocalypse but I have very god sources from people in very key positions and they gather that Spiderman had a huge role in this epidemic. I want him to remember what happened and the lives of so many lost.
Dr. Locke hands me a folder filled with disturbing images of the patients and what they did to the staff. It created an unforgettable scene of chaos.
Anyway right before I could yell, "Get the hell out of there," he dropped right in front of the nurse and threw her back into a wall. The guard and I ran as fast as we could but the patient had shut the door and twisted the handle effectively jamming it. We both tried kicking and ramming the door initially, but that door wouldn't budge. As the guard radioed for more help all I could do is stand there and watch through the window as he tore her apart. It took nearly five minutes to get the door open. Five minutes. Of course as soon as we opened that door he attacked the guard, but he survived all right. He and this other guard who had arrived were able to stun the patient with their shock guns. I've seen a lot of nasty wounds and people who have been tore up pretty bad, but that nurse was literally all over the room. Before, the room was painted white and now it had a fresh coat of red. I did not even bother asking the guard, I just grabbed his sidearm and put all seven rounds into the freak. Neither of the guards stopped me. We simply walked out of that room and sat in the hallway with our backs against the hall. That was it. That was the last day I spent working at any hospital. I resigned my position, grabbed all my personal things from my apartment, and got out. I called a lot of my family and friends and told them to do the same. "Manhattan is going only going to get worse," I'd say, but my friends were skeptical of my ranting and stayed as if nothing unusual was going on. Three days after I had left the city I was in a diner near the North Carolina and Virginia state line when the news was reporting a public health emergency, and advising all to stay clear of New York City.
As I walk to the door to leave Dr. Locke's apartment I glance over into another room and see the whole room filled with filing cabinets and folders jammed with papers. Dr. Locke had noticed me looking into the room and said that they were the patient's folders, records, and conditions. There must have been at hundreds of thousands of papers here.
A/N: well I hoped you liked it. I'm going to try tons of perspectives on this. Maybe a city engineer, homeless people, subway tram operators, priests etc….. I'm trying to mix many occupations with varied situations. Got more coming. Please review.