(Since I know none of you read the notes, I'll tell you here. Sorry for the no upload, wifi went out. It sucked, had to go the whole weekend without Wi-Fi.)
3rd Person POV
Officer Javier slammed into his squad car, frantic and out of breath.
"Stay away!" He screamed.
Half a dozen squad cars littered the street, their alarms still blaring, doors wide open. There was a distress call, so they sent a squad car to check it out. They called for backup, but then the backup called for backup.
Javier fumbled as he reached for his service weapon, fear and panic overriding his training.
Walking toward him was what could only be described as a zombie, pale skin, grey milky eyes. Like a corpse, a walking corpse.
"I'm warning you!" He discharged his gun.
Bang
The bullet struck the creature in the chest, but it just kept on moving.
Bang, Bang, Bang, Click, Click.
He emptied the magazine, each bullet struck the creature in its chest. It staggered back for a brief moment, but it didn't stop moving.
"NO!" Javier tried to run, to crawl.
The creature grabbed him by the leg and began to drag him back
"No, no, no!"
Javier tried to latch onto something, anything. It was pointless though, whatever this thing was, it was just too strong.
Thwip
A strange white substance latched onto his arm. "Huh?"
"Let him go!" A blue and red blur slammed into the creature.
The creature was sent flying back, skidding across the asphalt. It came to a stop as it hit the curb.
It didn't show any pain, physically or vocally. Instead, all it did was stand back up and slowly walk toward the officer… and Spider-Man?
"What is that thing?!" Peter questioned.
Javier didn't answer, he just ran for his life.
===
Peter examined the situation, something was seriously wrong.
His spider-sense rang through his head, he ducked as the thing in front of him swung its hand.
"Look, man—" He took a step back, dodging another swipe. "There's something wrong." He ducked again. "I'm not sure what's going on, but you shouldn't look like that."
The creature ignored him and instead tried to grab him. Peter jumped back and began to web it up.
"I think you need a moment to calm down… and maybe a doctor visit." He's pretty sure people aren't supposed to look like that. "Look, we—"
A sharp pain shot through his head as his Spider-sense went off.
Peter leapt into the air as the sound of a rifle going off rang through the street. A bullet flew past his head, inches away from going through his skull.
===
Hidden behind a car was an older man. He had jet-black hair, white and black face paint, a black T-shirt, cargo pants, and a bulletproof vest with a skull spray-painted on it.
This was Frank Castle, or as the criminal underworld knows him, the Punisher.
Frank raised his M4A1 and fired, Spider-Man jumped to the side, barely dodging the bullets.
"I don't think that's street legal." Peter jumped into the air. Frank raised his rifle.
Finger on the trigger, yet he never pulled. He rolled to the side, dodging a web net.
He aimed his rifle at Spider-Man and shouted, "Who the hell are you?"
Spider-Man raised his hands. "Somebody who's asking nicely—put the gun down."
Frank lowered the gun, That voice… he let out an annoyed grunt.
"Go home, kid, before you get yourself killed." Frank was many things. A kid killer wasn't one of them.
The voice clearly belonged to somebody young. A teenager. Just a boy.
Frank glanced at the webbed creature, still struggling to break free from its bindings.
"What is that thing?" Frank asked.
"I'm not sure—" Spider-Man paused. "But I think more of his friends just showed up." He gestured to the building.
A group of people stepped out of the morgue, skin grey, eyes white, emotionless.
Frank counted at least seven, but who knew how many there could be inside.
Before either of them could react, the one in front broke into a sprint. Moving fast, too fast.
Castle raised his rifle. A trio of shots struck the creature in its chest.
"No!" Spider-Man yelled.
It was pointless. The bullets didn't even slow it down. A web line struck Frank's gun, yanking it out of his grip.
"Damn it, kid!" He raised his hands and locked his forearms as he prepared to block.
The punch landed. Pain shot through his arms as he was sent flying back.
"What are you doing?!" Spider-Man yelled back as he punched the creature.
The creature staggered back, only to respond with a gut punch that knocked the air out of Peter.
===
Leo's / Ghost's POV
Well, ain't that neat.
After running through the city, which reminded me, I really need to get Ghost a vehicle or something. Maybe a motorcycle.
Either way, after running through the city, I arrived to see a rare team-up: Punisher and Spider-Man. Fighting what I hoped weren't zombies.
Well, "fighting" wasn't the exact word. It was mainly Peter jumping around, dodging swings, and web-pulling people out of Punisher's crosshairs.
They were fighting three grey, dead-looking people. Four more were standing in the doorway, waiting. Not sure for what, maybe orders.
I walked up to one on the side, webbed up. Peter and Castle hadn't noticed me yet, good.
My hand pressed against the creature's neck, I held it head in place as it thrash around.
"Oh?" I raised my gun.
BANG
In an instant, a chunk of its face was gone.
Spider-Man froze. Castle narrowed his eyes, probably analyzing me.
"What did you do?!" Peter screamed.
"It has no heartbeat, no pulse. It's a walking corpse."
"What?"
Peter was so shocked that he hadn't noticed another creature charging at him, or Frank raising his rifle.
Gunfire filled the air. The second creature was knocked back.
"Stop!" Peter webbed the tip of Castle's gun.
It didn't matter, though. I raised my gun and shot out its legs.
While it may be cruel, especially in front of Peter, one of the most anti-kill, anti-gun characters in Marvel. It was necessary, we can't risk it if they are zombies. Also, they are literally dead. I checked, no pulse or heartbeat.
"Look around, kid." Thank god for voice mimicry and biomass shifting, combining the two makes it impossible to recognize me by voice or body. "Grey skin, white eyes…" I gestured to its blood, black. "Black blood. These things are dead, and have been for a while."
"No…" Peter struggled to comprehend it. "That's not possible."
Marvel was weird. We have mutants. Captain America is a national hero, and Bruce Banner, the Hulk, was a known terrorist according to the government.
Are zombies really that far-fetched?
Then again, they aren't biting, so maybe they're just reanimated. I'm just going to call them zombies.
"Are you saying these things are corpses?!" Castle questioned, struggling to decide whether to aim his rifle at me or the other zombies.
"I prefer to call them…" a voice spoke, one that felt off, "…cured."
Stepping out of the morgue was a man, creature? Either way, I recognized him at a glance.
Black robes, a white bird mask, goggles, surgical clothes. A plague doctor. He carried a cane and a medical bag.
It all started to make sense, a quest about stopping the cure, reanimated corpses, the outfit.
"SCP-049."
049 tilted his head in curiosity. "Oh? Have we met?"
"No." I raised my gun, ready to fire. "But I know who you are."
To my side, Frank raised his rifle. Even though he probably had no idea what was going on, he could tell 049 was bad news.
"Hmm. Are you, perhaps, from the Foundation? How unfortunate. I must request more time. My patient is currently in a critical state, I cannot abandon him," 049 explained.
"Who is this guy—" Spider-Man cut himself off.
He froze.
"…something's wrong."
That got my attention.
Maybe his spider-sense was warning him. It wouldn't be wrong. The doctor was literally walking death; all he needed was a single touch, and it would be over.
From behind 049, there was a wet, uneven sound. Like something shifting where it shouldn't.
049 turned slightly, just enough to glance back.
"…no," he murmured, quieter now. Confused.
"Ahhhh!" A monstrous scream tore through the morgue, thick with pain and anguish.
"No!" 049 snapped, real panic in his voice now. "That is not—this is improper—!"
"What did you do?!" I raised my gun.
"The cure is sound!" 049 shot back, sharper than before, but there was something off in it now. Uncertain. "The pestilence was present, I removed it, this… deviation is—"
The wall of the morgue exploded outward, debris and dust filling the air.
Stepping out of the cloud was a massive creature. It resembled the others, but different, worse.
It was huge, over seven feet tall. Its body was muscular, parts of it bulging unnaturally, swelling and shifting under the skin like something inside couldn't settle. Veins stood out, dark and swollen. Bloodshot eyes. Thinning hair, patches gone.
The flesh… moved. Not healing. Not stable.
Wrong.
The creature let out a roar, and charged.
What kind of Resident Evil shit is this?
===
3rd Person POV
The creature charged at Ghost, he dodged to the side, only for the creature to swipe at him, slamming into him and sending him flying into a parked squad car.
"Shit!" Frank started backtracking, unloading every bullet he had.
It didn't leave a single scratch, it just pissed it off. It roared as it charged at him. Frank jumped behind a car, the creature just grabbed the car and flung it to the side.
The creature raised its fist as it prepared to smash Frank, only for a web line to slam into his chest and pull him out of harm's way.
"Stay here, skull guy. I'm pretty sure bullets don't work on this thing." Peter swung toward the creature, ready for a fight with something terrifying.
As Peter fought the creature, 049 stared at the car Ghost was launched into.
Ghost slowly crawled out, his arm bent at unnatural angles. A faint snap could be heard as Ghost's arm began to bend, slowly repairing itself.
049 switched his focus back to Spider-Man as he shot webs. "Interesting." 049 pulled out a notebook and began to take notes.
While it was unfortunate, chances to study other anomalies were rare.
"I'm really sorry about this." Peter uppercut the creature.
It staggered back, stumbling and landing on its back.
He narrowed his eyes as the creature swung its arm. He tried to leap into the air but clipped his legs. He tumbled through the air, landing in a nearby tree.
BANG
A bullet flew through the air and right into the creature's eye. It let out a roar of pain as its eye burst, blood spraying out of the socket.
"Fucking hell." Ghost rubbed his newly healed shoulder, pistol in hand.
As it turns out, his biomass manipulation can regenerate and repair damage. His arm was bent three ways the wrong way, but his biomass manipulation was able to mend his broken bones back together.
"Let's make this quick." He grabbed his Arkham pistol and slid them together.
The creature let out a roar as it charged. Ghost raised his rifle and looked through the scope. The bullet flew through the air and right into the creature's eye.
It stumbled over itself. With both its eyes shot out, it was left blind and dazed.
Ghost switched to burst mode and began firing. The bullets sunk into its skin but didn't pierce it. If he wanted to take it down, he needed something stronger.
"Spider!" he called out as he flipped over the creature's swing. "Web it to the ground!"
"What!?"
"Just do it!" Ghost pulled out his knife and redirected the creature's strike to the side.
As Peter started to web it to the ground, Frank popped out from behind a car. Rifle in hand, he began to unload every bullet he had.
"Crap!" he cursed, reaching for another magazine.
Ghost narrowed his eyes as he noticed something clipped to Frank—a grenade.
"Punisher!" Frank gave him a confused look. "Frag!" he called out.
For a moment, Frank hesitated. Then he glanced back at the creature, trying to rip itself free from the web. He gritted his teeth and threw the grenade to Ghost.
Ghost charged at the creature, ducking as it swung its arm. He pulled the pin and dropped the clip.
It let out a roar, Ghost cut it off as he stuffed the grenade into its mouth. He pulled his fist back and punched it down the creature's throat.
He rolled back, A moment passed.
The grenade burst.
The creature hit the ground, its head obliterated.
A faint gagging noise could be heard. Frank and Ghost glanced at Spider-Man, bent over, trying to hold in the ice cream he ate earlier that night.