Peter moved carefully and covertly in the city, with the specially modified backpack tightly attached to his back. It did not affect his movement and made almost no friction noise.
Except for some necessary places, he hardly uses the spider Silk. He relies entirely on climbing, jumping, and rolling to perform the most gorgeous and precise parkour among the wreckage of buildings.
Every move he makes is as fast, light and flexible as a civet cat.
Under the cover of the ruins of the building, unless you keep staring at him closely, you will lose sight of him in the blink of an eye.
Peter was thinking in his mind as he moved toward the outskirts, "I'm pretty lucky today. I didn't encounter those damn things. I also collected a backpack of supplies, which should be enough to last for a while!"
Thinking of this, Peter's suppressed emotions became a little lighter.
I don't know how long it took, but the ruins of the buildings around Peter finally came to an end. They only needed to cross a section of low and dilapidated slums before they could completely leave the city and enter the safer suburbs.
And this section of the road is the easiest to expose his figure.
He first landed gently on the roof of a three-story building that had half of it collapsed. He lay low and used the remaining fence to hide his body. Then he began to carefully observe any suspicious movements around him through Spider-Sense.
The sound of the howling wind, the rustling of the trees on the street, and the occasional sound of tiny gravel or garbage being blown by the wind...
There were no roars, no footsteps, no roars of cats and dogs, no chirping of insects and birds, nothing at all. He only felt an oppressive dead silence.
Between heaven and earth, something vibrant and cheerful is obviously missing.
Peter felt a blockage in his heart. Although he hoped that this place would always be so quiet, his human emotions made him inevitably feel lost. He hoped to sense some breath of living people.
"Alas..."
He sighed softly, his voice as soft as if it had just twisted in his throat, and instantly dissipated in the wind.
Peter no longer hesitated and continued to move in hiding. The experience during this period had forced him to force himself to be cautious at all times.
He passed over buildings and ran through streets. His speed was very fast. As long as he passed the last few buildings, Peter could enter the suburbs.
Just as he was running quickly on tiptoes in front of a house with windows and doors all broken to the ground, he suddenly stopped.
"Heh... heh..."
A thick sound like phlegm stuck in the throat came faintly in the dark house. The sound was very vague and fell in Peter's ears, but it made his whole body shiver. Without thinking, he rolled over and hid behind a car on the roadside whose top was covered with dust and fallen leaves.
Through the car's windows, which were blurry due to a layer of dust, he stared closely at the broken door.
The muscles in his waist and legs began to tighten, and his fists were clenched tightly. The spider Silk's launch button only needed a slight push to shoot out a silk thread that was tougher than steel wire.
"Ta... Ta... Ta..."
"Bang!"
"Meat, I want to eat meat!"
Staggering footsteps came from the darkness, a low and hoarse voice was like the howling of an evil spirit, and a "person" came out.
The "person" suddenly stretched out a palm with black substance residue between the fingernails, fingers as thin as firewood, and gray and dry skin, and pulled hard on the crumbling door frame.
Then, a head poked out.
Peter saw that face clearly, and the faint hope that had just emerged in his heart that even he himself did not believe was finally completely dead.
That face was a green-grey color that did not belong to a living person, with high cheekbones, skin that was shriveled than tree bark, deeply sunken eye sockets, and cloudy and scarlet eyeballs, full of violence and hunger.
Where the lips and nose originally belonged, only some yellow, black and red disgusting rotten flesh remained. The nostrils were two black eyes. Under the black and red gums, there was a huge mouth with yellow and red fangs. When it opened and closed slightly, disgusting and viscous liquid dripped down the gaps between the fangs.
"Huhu..."
The cloudy eyes moved rapidly, as if he was looking for something. Rapid breathing came from his mouth and nose, and his head shook from side to side, trying to determine something.
Then... the shaking head suddenly raised, and the cloudy eyes looked at the car where Peter was hiding, and met the eyes of Peter who was spying on him through the car window.
"Damn it!"
Now that he was discovered, Peter no longer hid. He cursed in his heart and jumped out from behind the car.
The waist and abdomen straightened, and the muscles in the thighs also exploded. The concrete floor under his feet was cracked by the sudden huge force. Peter crossed the distance from the car to the door in just a breath. With a twist, the ferocious whip leg was pointed at the zombie's head and whipped.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
The zombie was pulled away from the door by Peter and smashed hard on the ground in the yard. The crisp sound of bone breaking and the huge collision sounded at the same time.
"Shoo... ssssssssss..."
With one successful blow, Peter flipped his wrist, Silk the transmitter was pressed repeatedly, and the densely packed spiders Silk started to wrap around the zombies.
"Meat... puff... puff..."
The zombie, with its head weirdly tilted and its limbs twisted and twitching, was still roaring inarticulately, struggling and squirming in the direction of Peter. In its cloudy eyes, there was no pain or fear, only an endless desire for flesh and blood.
Then, the spider Silk came and stuck the zombie to the ground, especially the zombie's head. First, the zombie's mouth was muzzled so that he could not make a sound, then his face was wrapped so that he could not see, and finally the neck was broken, and the head was tilted to the side and pressed to the ground.
"Man, I'm sorry... I can't save you, I can only set you free."
"It's not your fault that you turned from a human into a disgusting and bloodthirsty zombie. Your Soul Stone must also be in pain, right?"
Peter stood in front of the mummified zombie, his voice was a little low, and his depressed mood could be seen even through a layer of mask.
He lowered his head and stared at the zombie bodies still twisting under the spider Silk. Although he had killed many zombies with his own hands, he still felt a sense of guilt weighing heavily on his heart.
"Huh..."
He exhaled a breath, and at the same time exhaled the complicated emotions in his heart.
A spider Silk shot out, one end was connected to the zombie's head, and the other side was tightly pulled on Peter's hand. He put away his unnecessary thoughts and exerted a strong force.
There was only a stabbing sound of flesh tearing, and the zombie's head completely left his neck, but it was wrapped by the spider Silk and did not fly out.
The still struggling zombie's body suddenly stood up, a small pool of thick black blood spurted out from the broken neck, and finally stopped moving.
"RIP, man!"
Peter spoke in a low voice, saying the eulogy that he had said countless times.
He is not only mourning the zombies who used to be human, but also mourning the zombies he also killed, and perhaps also mourning this broken world.
He took one last look at the body, and then left here without looking back. His figure rose and fell a few times before disappearing into the woods on the outskirts.