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A/N: Here you go The Bud, the fic you requested. (kinda) I went wild and sort of fused all aspects of your suggestion into one huge fic of doom. I like how it turned out...

Also: This story was originally going to be called "Spider-Man's History of the Apocalypse, Part 1" but that was too long and tedious, not to mention a terrible joke. (If you don't get it already, don't ask.) Just know that Spider-Man is the narrator. It's not that important to the plot but there's one remark at the end where that detail comes into play. Without further ado, I give you the story. Enjoy.


New York City, the name calls up a myriad of different images. A tough town, an urban free for all, a sparkling hub of commerce, a wild club scene, the hope of thousands of fresh immigrants, the pulse of the eastern seaboard.

NY, NY is a complex city with a broad scale of wealth, problems, and answers. On one end of the spectrum you have the rich and powerful. People like Wilson Fisk, Kingpin of crime. On the other end you have the honest but poor, the moral but desperate folks who are inevitably forced into the service of the rich. People like Jack Murdock, the Fighting Devil, father of Matt Murdock, Daredevil.

For all this, the spectrum of wealth is to thank, and to blame. The spectrum is what allows a city to be a paragon of high society and at the same time a festering swamp of crime and corruption. It's quite a feat. Or more accurately, it was quite a feat. Sadly the spectrum is no more.

Nowadays NYC is... post-apocalyptic.

Instead of the vast array of cultures and classes so common in the past there are only a few groups. The dead and the living, the infected and the healthy, the hunters and those curled up in corners all over the city hoping not to be found.

This dark age was started by a traveler, a being from another dimension claiming to be an alternate version of Sentry. Normally a traveler of such sorts will come to a respected member of the community, identify themselves, and extend an offer of peace and hoped prosperity between the two groups. This one crash-landed in the middle of the city and began devouring everything in sight.

It all went downhill from there. Those who had been attacked by the cross-dimensional Sentry either died on the spot or staggered a few feet, bit and infected someone else, then died on the spot. Some of the hardier victims were able to jog a few blocks before their demise caught up with them, infecting several people before the end.

Despite this, the bizarre, zombifying disease was slow to spread from the where the Sentry's initial rampage had occurred. That is, until the first metahuman arrived on the scene.