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Warning: This story contains explicit language and sexual acts meant for a mature audience.

Scene 1 - Fighting ugly

London: 7 Days Ago

Probably brought in by one of the super-powered beings, an American newspaper was flapping in the wind and slid into a puddle of bloody water that lined the streets of post apocalyptic London. The heading on the Daily Bugle’s front page read: America sends its best! It was a title that reflected the very operation that was occurring in the rancid streets. Just days ago, a summit of super heroes lead by SHIELD was granted permission to enter Britain and give their best shot at rescuing any survivors on the great island before the United Nations nuked it. Now, in the very midst of that battle, a lingering sense of doom was quickly falling over the would-be saviors, because results concerning rescue and evacuation were not going as planed.

"Back off, you fuckin’ bloody wankers!"

Bill Pertain, the lead military man in the British Special Forces Unit was still showering down hundreds of bullets from his machine gun. The three other soldiers that accompanied him were the only ‘normal’ humans left in sector A-72 of Britain’s infamous failed quarantine sector. Down below, Pertain and his soldiers could see a wild ruckus going on. The three of them observed a messy battle from a sniper’s post high atop a ten-story building.

"Holy fucking shit, Sergeant, it’s more help from the Yankees! Wait -- I don’t bloody believe it…that’s the Fantastic fucking Four, isn’t it!?!" Spat one of Bill’s men in awe.

Down below, passing by a huge Ferris wheel and running at a deadly rolling speed, Ben Grim, the rock-bodied "Thing", rammed into a mass of sixty-four infected creeps as putrid blood and guts splattered high into the air. A few kept trying to attack him, but Ben simply lifted his foot and made red paste out of their wiggling corpses. He watched his hardened, orange-rock foot squish the brains from their heads, while smashing their bones into a grisly filet of septic flesh and marrow. All around him the streets were nearly devoid of normal human life, but the Fantastic Four and the Avengers were still in the more desolate streets of London, desperately trying to rescue any survivors. Even so, their efforts were futile, for not even one survivor was found.

"Ben, don’t ram every mob of the ‘infected’ you see!" Spat Susan Storm angrily.

The invisible woman was infuriated by Ben’s rash actions. She was concerned that the vastly powerful Thing might accidentally role over an uninfected survivor.

"There ain’t no one here that’s not gone bad!" Yelled the Thing, obviously very frustrated over their lack of progress.

"Don’t be so sure," said Mr. Fantastic, as he rolled out a ridiculously stretched arm and draped shut a trio of rabid infected. Using his arm like an angry anaconda, he flexed his muscles and they all slumped over lifeless from an immense death grip of his rubbery arm.

"God, forgive me. I hate killing, but it must be done!" Replied Reed Richards under his guilt-ridden breath.

Trailing behind the Fantastic Four, African super hero, the Black Panther, flexed his agility, running sideways along the embankment of a wall and suddenly crashing down on a wide manhole cover. Just behind Ben Grim, he noticed several infected starting to pour out of the manhole, apparently people that had once taken refuge below ground. However, they were all infected and now racing toward the Panther with ill intent. Unsheathing a set of elongated claws, the Black Panther flipped over the first of the four infected attackers and slammed the manhole shut, fixing it back to the ground by punching the lock bolt back in place.

"Get with it, Tachaka, " warned the Thing. "Those suckers are slicker than the punks I chase around Yancy Street!"

With a wild, tornado-like spin, the Black Panther tackled two of the four, raking them to pieces with his electrified claws. A female teenager, ripe with infection, managed to slip past a long kick that the Panther used to knock over a fat creep, then suddenly made her own savage leap. Like a leopard trapping a bird, the Black Panther caught her in midair. Keeping the flailing girl just over his head like some dark weight lifter, he abruptly swung her upward, then jerked her over his back with such force that the girl’s spine broke in two. As the fat creep that he kicked down earlier got back up to rush him, the African warrior flung the dead corpse of the young girl directly at him. Knocked over the side by the dead girl’s speeding corpse, the obese infected man quickly found the Panther’s strong hands griping his greasy throat. In a wickedly fast motion, the creep’s head was turned around full circle, snapping his neck in the process with a sickening crack.

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