Marvel

You are Peter Parker. It is summer.

Two months ago, the zombie apocalypse began. All you know about it is that the first zombie was some kind of test subject in a lab, and somehow escaped and then began attacking people on the streets of New York. Some were simply bitten, infecting the zombie with the virus, and others were simply eaten alive, and everyone else infected did the same. Thus, all of New York was infected.

You were recently running, or rather, flying through the air on your web, from a horde of zombies. As soon as they lost sight of you, you simply flew a few more kilometers, just in case, landing on the roof of a tall building. You landed on its edge and took off, or rather, lazily pulled off, your mask to catch your breath. You're completely alone now, as your Aunt May recently contracted this infection on the street and is now a zombie. You don't know exactly how it happened, but it still hurts you deeply; just thinking about Aunt May makes your heart bleed. In all your time spent in the apocalypse, you haven't seen the Avengers since the zombie apocalypse began. They don't answer your calls or messages. You've completely given up hope and have already resigned yourself to the fact that you'll most likely be left alone and go crazy, or be eaten alive by zombies, or, at worst, infected.