100th CHAPTER WOOT WOOT ITS A PARTY

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It started off as a normal Sunday afternoon for the Parker family.

May was attempting to cook pork ribs for dinner while Peter was locked away in his room, tinkering with his web shooters. They had to be stronger, they need to hold more. They needed to be faster... theyneedtobefastertheywerentfastenoughtosavehimwhycanttheybefaster.

Anyways, let's get back to the main topic of this chapter.

Just as Peter clicked the last add on into the wiring of his web shooter, he heard a loud knock on the door, followed by heavy breathing. Suspicious, Peter quickly clicked his we shooters onto his wrists before standing and walking towards the door, adrenaline beginning to pump through his veins.

A blaring alarm went off in his head, causing him to hesitate for a brief moment. But in the end, the web-slinger unlocked the door, opening it a crack to see... May?

But this couldn't be May, could it? It had to be. But her eyes had sunken low into her cheeks, puss leaked from openings on her paled face, her breath reeked of blood and... and burnt flesh?

Peter's eyes widened as he backed away from the door, May struggling to walk in, somehow keeping her balance. On shaky legs, she advanced towards the frightened teen, low groans escaping her chapped lips.

"M-May?" Peter asked, his voice breaking. May didn't respond, only moaned in pain and anger as she tried to grab the boy. Thanks to his spider-senses, Peter easily maneuvered around the middle-aged woman, narrowly avoiding her grasp.

The woman moaned as she attempted to grab at the teen once more, missing by a long shot.

"May! Stop, please!" Peter begged as he continued to dodge her attempts at grabbing him. May only snarled and whipped her arm out once more, finally grabbing the teen's wrist. She took her long, jagged nails and dragged them down his arm. making him cry out in pain.

Peter yanked his arm away, clutching the bloodied limb to his chest as he backed towards the window.

May was gone, driven crazy by the venom infecting her bloodstream by the second. Her cells were decaying under the pressure of the virus, killing her slowly as the venom seeped through her body.

"Please, May. Snap out of it!" Peter pleaded as his hands fumbled around the window latch, hurriedly slamming the pane upwards. The elder woman didn't respond and began to near her nephew when he climbed from the window and onto the fire escape. He shut the window down on her bony fingers, making the zombie-aunt scream in absolute pain as her fingers were crushed under the impact.

Tears clouded Peter's brown eyes as he flung himself off the fire escape, scrambling down the side of the
metal stairs. With his enhanced hearing, he could hear the sounds of crying, screaming, and the all-too familiar sound of the groaning coming from the infected.

How did this happen?

Why?

Peter was pushed from his thoughts by the fear of more zombie-like beings creeping up on him.

He was gonna die.

He was gonna d-

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