The sun's almost down, and that meant it was time to go to work.

Charlene was currently squatting in an upscale, furnished, and as yet un-rented apartment. She lay on the plastic covered mattress, twiddling her thumbs for the last half hour. She had been asleep before this, but it was nearing time to go to the meeting, and she was restless, and nervous to see how many - or how few - people had survived. As the natural light from the windows started to give way to streetlights(she couldn't risk running any electricity, or she might be caught by the gauges) she got with a crinkle of plastic, grabbed her pre-packed backpack and threw it over her shoulders. She took a quick peek out the alley-facing window, to make sure nobody was around, and then opened it and crawled up the wall. 

As she crawled a thin, mottled purple film began to encroach from under her clothes, covering her arms and legs. It also crawled up her head and across her eyes, but left her mouth free, and her hair hanging out the top. At the top of the building, she "knelt" sticking out perpendicular to the wall, and pulled her backpack off. She pressed it against the bottom of the roof's overhang and purple strands ran off of her arms to secure it to the wall. 

With all her earthly possessions stashed away neatly, she back-flipped off the wall from her kneeling position, and slung a purple web out into the night, swinging over the streets. 

~~~

Minutes later, she climbed over the edge to meet with whoever was left. Two that she knew. That was it. And something else that she had never seen. As she emerged from the edge and stood, she crossed her arms and looked at the little group. She herself had a little Spidey flair in her "costume," she wore a black denim vest with the Spider-Man's logo ironed on the back, and a smaller version on the front. The vest had a hood, which came up to cover her already masked head. 
"Web," she said, "Neo. What's this?" She looked over the two, and then to Tarantula.