Deep in the quarantine zone
The man ran through the streets, His eyes were filled with fear as tears ran down his face as he looked behind himself "oh god...oh god please let me live" He murmured shuffling and stumbling along, his foot dragging behind him as the bones were broken and useless. His right arm reached across, holding the bleeding flesh that is his left shoulder, as his arm was missing, blood flowing down as it looked like it was ripped from his body. It was easy to tell the man was a super hero, the red mask with a matching red tank top and black jeans. His name was Hot streak, he had been at the hero business for a few years now, even had a decent name for himself. But now he was simply another man running for his life. Looking back at him.
A tall man with long blond hair fallowed the man running for his life. He was skinny, easy to see as he wasn't wearing a shirt and just swim trunks. He looked like a surfer from California. He raised up his right arm, holding the mans left in his hand "Hey dude, You like totally forgot this!" he shouted laughing some as he looked to the dismembered arm as he walked. "and to think you two used to be so attached, the nerve of some people just leaving you behind like that" he said looking at the arm, as he held it by the wrist and sqeezed the bones to make the hand open and close and spoke in a high pitched voice.
"I know He is always so mean, not a nice like you Mr.Apex"
"Oh Thank you Mr. Armington!"
'of course Mr.Apex, your the bestest in the world.'
"your so kind!"
"Well then how bout" he paused for a moment before smiling and his voice going deep and sinister "we Liberate your breathern!"
"yay!!!" he shouted out in the high pitched voice again as they took off running
Hot streak panicked running around the corner. He had to do something bout his arm or he would bleed out. Shaking he moved his right arm "fuck...fuck...fuck." he said looking down at the torn flesh where his arm "oh god...I just wanted to help people" he murmured. As soon a blast of fire shot out of his hand and he screamed burning his arm to cauterize the wound. He looked back around the corner as that psychopath seemed to be gone. He turned around as Apex was staring over his shoulder "shh he might find you" he whispered as Hot streak screamed falling over as Apex was waving to him with his own arm. "You dropped poor Mr. Armington he misses his brothers." Doing the hand puppet routine again with the high pitched voice "your a bad man, and we will free my brothers from your tyranny" Hot streaked looked at him crawling away.
All this commotion was attracting a horde of zombies as they were swarming towards the pair as Apex rose his hand, it shifted and changed into a large blade with a bone base "Let My people GO!" he shouted as he looked down at the screaming hot streak. The zombies were on him, pulling him a part and ripping him open as Apex stared at him blinking some "Ewww...he is being eated" he said as a zombie bit down on his neck from behind, they started to swarm him ripping off chunks of him as he blinked "hey, I'm not food...or Am I, do i taste good?" he asked as he lifted up his left arm and bit into him self ripping off a piece of himself chewing. He spit out that chunk his tongue hanging out "ewww I ast ike icken" he said talking with his tongue out before pulling it back in "I hate the taste of Chicken" he said with the deep sinister voice again. Suddenly all those zombies were ripped to shreds from the inside as little chunks of red meat squiggled back to him reforming as he looked down, he didn't notice one of the zombies took that arm as it was bleeding and ripped apart. "NO!" he shouted falling to his knees "you bastereds...You killed Mr. Armington...he had such dreams" he said looked over as the sreaming man had fell silent "you will all pay" he said shifting both his arms into blades as he started to slice through them.
"Apex" A suddenly voice in his head spoke as he stopped looking up "God?" he asked "No..it's me" it said as Apex hit his head face palming himself. "oh, duhh how are you Mr. Disembodied voice" he asked as the voice spoke again. "there is a hero, she is using her power to gather intelligence. Find her, and kill your" Apex snapped to attention saluting, with his left hand and his palm up "yes Mr. ma'am" he stated as he soon started to run off.
The face behind that voice grinned monitoring Apex. It was destiny that brought that weapon to him, fools once tried to control him, but he was deemed to unstable. So they tried to kill him, but He couldn't see such a waste of the perfect weapon. The value was lost to those simpletons. Nobody could ever control a weapon like that, he wasn't so arrogant to belive that he was any different, you simply pushed him in a direction and watched.
Apex ran through the streets, using his sword arms he was randomly slicing zombies as he moved and singing. "Spiderman, Spiderman, does what ever a spider can, Spins a web, any size, catches thieves just like flys. Look out, here comes the spider man, Injects them with venom, liquefies there insides, then sucks it out with a straw. Look out, here comes the Spiderman" He sang as soon he saw a girl running. "that is her, Elliot Sinclare, Aka Cypher" that voice interrupted 'hey hey, you ruined my song" he said shaking his head as he ran after the girl, she was slow as he ran up the wall and lept forward and landed in front of her, his sword arm was held out so she would run into the blade if she just kept going straight. "Hi Miss. Elliot Sinclare Aka Cypher , i'm here to remove your head from you body, please keep running forward. Thank you!" He shouted out standing there.