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Author's note: Hello dear readers, this is my first fanfic that I publish here, and I hope you like it. English is not my mother tongue, so I apologize for any spelling errors. I hope you enjoy the story.

Author's note to @13tinysocks and @clairewritesfanfics : I love your writing work, and I'm sorry for the inconvenience of tagging you, but I would be very happy if you gave this aberration I'm writing a little chance. Sometimes the way I write is a little strange, but I'm used to writing this way 👉👈

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*chapter 1

- The worst day

Narrator on

- Mark Grayson -

Markus "Mark" Sebastian Grayson is the unluckiest son of a bitch in the universe.

He'd asked Cecil for two days off, he just wanted some time off with his girlfriend, to show that he's not a bad boyfriend and to show that he's a present person who gives a shit.

But the universe likes to fuck with him, it always does.

A villainess showed up to ruin everything, threatening to kill people and his girlfriend, obviously he had to act, he couldn't let the Chicago rerun happen again.

It was horrible to see Amber's expression, he felt the bitterness under his tongue, the horrible taste of realizing that he was a terrible boyfriend for not being able to protect the one he loves. Her eyes were panicked, begging him to save her, the tears.

He felt like the biggest piece of garbage of all.

He wanted to kill that damn viltrumita who dared to touch his girlfriend and threatened to do something against her. Anissa was the trigger for his relationship to end, he took a beating trying to defend his ideas and the people he cares about, and in the end he's alone again.

He has a sore face and a black eye.

He completely understood Amber's side of things, and he didn't want to suffocate her or let her down, not ever, Mark would never wish that on her.

So ending his first relationship was painful, but necessary for the safety of the one he loves.

But the universe also loves to make a bad moment worse.

It always has.

What was already bad could get worse.

Grayson stood on the balcony of the college accommodation where he was studying, gazing wistfully at the stars, thinking about everything he could have done or thinking about everything that had happened that shitty night.

A vibration.

His cell phone was vibrating like crazy next to him, and he looked at it disinterestedly, not wanting to answer it. He didn't feel like it, not today. He slowly picked up the phone, seeing the smiling photo of his mother on the call icon of the phone app. He answered, Mark just wanted to distract himself and vent to his mother, she was his safe haven, the only one left.

(Mark): Hi mom...

He speaks with a melancholy tone of voice, the call was silent for two seconds before a voice came out of the other end.

(???): Hello Mark Grayson

A male voice, it had a malicious tone to it, which made Mark go still and static.

(???): When are you coming home?

Mark hung up his cell phone, quickly went to his dorm room and changed as quickly as he could, and contacted Cecil who had something strange at his house.

In a matter of seconds Mark had arrived at his house, looking around for his mother and Oliver.

(???): Too close

Mark turned in the direction of the voice, it was a tall, thin, African-American man, he had no hair, it looked like his hair had been burnt off in some incident, and the whole of his skull and back were grotesquely enlarged with a pink vein from the middle of his head to his spine, almost looking like a gigantic brain, and he had a goatee, wore a red sweater, a white dress shirt underneath and a black tie, cream-colored dress pants, and leather dress shoes, over everything a black overcoat.

He looked like a professor from some bizarre college.

His mother looked desperate, holding Oliver, while the man was sitting on the sofa cushion, holding Debbie's head.

(???): Until you manage to kill me before I break your mother's neck... I don't know... If you want, you can try

The middle-aged woman cried in despair as she held Oliver tightly.

Mark was furious.

No.

He was fucking pissed.

(???): do you want to take that risk?

He smiled darkly, the purple-tinged baby was whimpering in Debbie's arms, worried about his mother.

(???): Or does Mark Grayson from this dimension like to take risks?

Mark - Invincible - tried to calm himself as he slowly approached the man.

(???): hehehe doesn't seem to ... I'll remember that

The man let go of the matriarch's head, which relieved her briefly. He pulled his wrist out of his clothes, showing a watch and fiddling with something.

(???): Oh, I forgot

Clicking on something destroyed the communicator in Mark's ear, leaving him disoriented and quickly removing the object from his ear. Mark began to hear an annoying buzzing sound while his eardrum burned like an inferno.

(???): I'm blocking all the signals from these walls... Do you understand? I don't want anyone to interrupt us

Angry Mark shouted.

(Mark): Who are you? And what do you want?

Debbie wanted to calm her son down, not knowing what was going on either.

(Debbie): He made me call you... He threatened to hurt us

Before the woman could say anything else, the man grabbed her by the neck and squeezed gently, making her gasp in surprise and quickly fall silent.

(???): He was talking to me...

(Mark): LET HER GO NOW

(???): Did you know that your identity is public in most of the realities in which you exist? What an oversight

(Mark): Look, I don't know why you're here... But I'm warning you....

The man seemed surprised that Mark didn't "know" why he was in his house threatening to kill his mother.

(???): Wait... You don't know? You don't remember who I am? Let me help... When we first met, you didn't do this to me

The man refers to his current situation, his enormous brain and the deformity of his head.

Then reality hits Mark like a truck.

(Mark): My God... You're that guy...

The man's brown eyes widened in pure fury, causing him to grab Debbie carelessly and forcefully, causing her to cry out in pain.

(???): THAT GUY? THAT'S HOW YOU REMEMBER ME? "LIKE THAT GUY"?!

He tugged on the Korean woman's dark hair, Oliver whimpered in her lap, the baby seemed worried about his mother, holding onto her, wanting to protect her while babbling.

(Agnstrom): I AM AGNSTROM LEVY... And you turned me into the monster

Mark was on the defensive, ready to attack and get his mother and brother out of that situation.

(Mark): I didn't do anything to you! Your machine exploded!

Levy got angry, pulling Debbie harder by the hair and throwing her against the floor, the impact on the floor caused Oliver to hit his head, and the child immediately screamed in pain.

(Agnstrom): I WAS GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD! All of them!

Mark didn't want to leave Agnstrom altered, knowing it would be risky, and not knowing how his powers worked, he had to be careful to protect his family.

(Mark): look.... You need help... And I can help you

(Agnstrom): I'VE ALREADY RECEIVED HELP! from the best doctors in all dimensions... They saved my life, they rebuilt my body! But they couldn't fix it!

Again he refers to his brain situation.

(Agnstrom): So I'll always have a memory of you, of what you did

Oliver's crying only added to the tense situation, and it was obviously irritating Agnstrom.

Mark clenched his fists tightly, realizing that the man was at a safe distance from his mother and Oliver, he could now deal with the situation, he was pissed. Very angry.

(Agnstrom): Yeah, you're right... Come and get me...

Agnstrom's hands were glowing a neon green, Mark obviously didn't notice and ended up speeding towards the black man, entering a green portal.

Falling on green ground, dust everywhere, Mark slowly stood up, trying to reason out what was happening. He saw the portal closing behind him.

(Mark): What happened? What the fuck!

The forest field surrounded him, he felt a warm breath behind him, snorting dangerously over his neck.

He turned around nonchalantly, but yelped in surprise to see a dinosaur behind him, which almost made him fall backwards, not believing the madness he was seeing. Which got worse when those things started talking.

He tried to dodge the bites of those weird dinosaurs, but he didn't notice a portal opening up and he accidentally ended up walking into it and hitting his head on the doorframe, which made him groan in pain and confusion.

(Agnstrom): Welcome back

He spoke provocatively, now Oliver had stopped crying, but was in his arms.

(Agnstrom): I like your brother's color.... It's so unique

Debbie looked at Oliver and Mark, tears streaming down her cheeks, she felt unable to protect her children.

Mark looked at him angrily.

(Agnstrom): He'll always have something to talk about when he goes to parties... Of course... If he survives to go to one... I still haven't met him in another reality... Isn't that interesting?

He gently touched the child's head, who shivered and tried to move away from his touch, clearly knowing that agnstrom was a threat.

(Mark): If you hurt him... I swear I will...

(Agnstrom): You'll what, kill me? Of course you will... But don't worry... I have no intention of hurting your brother or your mother... No. Your little family is safe... Unless you conclude that the only way to hurt you is to hurt them

He held the child the wrong way, who again began to scream and cry in fear and pain, grabbing the child by the neck and throwing it into the air, with a quick reaction Debbie who was lying on the ground gets up and runs to catch the child before it falls, again falling to the ground and holding Oliver in her arms while whispering in the child's ear that it's going to be okay.

(Agnstrom): Then do them a favor and die

Mark got up quickly, advanced again towards Agnstrom, the impact of his speed shattered the glass of the photo portraits, Agnstrom quickly created another portal, sending Mark into another dimension.

Now with a certain webhead.

Again another portal appeared and Mark ended up entering and returning to his home, with a web stuck to his back.

He met a hero called Spider-Man, not a very original name, but who was he to judge.

Mark was running out of patience, about to make a move on Levy, but the man was more cunning, threatening to create a portal under Debbie and Oliver.

(Agnstrom): No... One wrong move and they'll fall... And I've already selected a dimension where the floor is eight stories lower than here...

Mark took a deep breath, stepping on the floor, putting his hands up in front of him.

(Mark): You're not going to hurt them... And you're not going to hurt me... I don't know what game you're playing, but you're not a murderer... I'm sorry I didn't remember you... But I remember that night! You wanted to save me

That information made Levy even angrier about Mark's situation.

(Mark): Maybe the accident changed you, but... You were a good person trying to do a good thing

(Agnstrom): Save you? After all the pain? And suffering you've caused? The lives you took? NEVER!

Soon a portal formed under Mark's feet, and he had no reaction to escape as he was taken by surprise. He tried to react by climbing upwards, but a second portal was formed above him, causing him to accidentally enter another reality.

That it was a strange place where everyone had guns and killed everyone, he stole someone's gun and did a little dance. He didn't know why. And when the portal appeared Mark quickly entered, beat Agnstrom with the gun he stole, making him fall against the wall, Mark threw the gun on the floor and grabbed Agnstrom by the collar of his shirt.

(Mark): It's over man!

(Agnstrom): It won't be over... Until I make you pay for everything you've done!

(Mark): I've had enough of this little game of yours...

(Agnstrom): As for them? *Looks at Debbie and Oliver

Mark also looked at his mother and brother, there was a portal about to form near them, Mark placed Levy on the ground. He wouldn't let that man hurt his mother and brother. Never!

He took a few steps back, to keep his family safe. Grayson put his hand on his chest, swearing something.

(Mark): You want to kill me? Fine! Let them go... And you can do your best... Okay?

Mark makes a proposal to Agnstrom, giving his family a chance to escape. His mother looked at him worriedly, not wanting to lose her son.

(Mark): I'm not even going to fight back

(Debbie): Mark, no!

(Agnstrom): I appreciate the offer... *He reaches into the pocket of his overcoat, slowly opening a pocketknife, but what fun would that be?

(Mark): I'm not entering any more of your stupid portals!

Mark was surprised that Agnstrom took the pocketknife, it obviously wouldn't hurt him.

(Mark): You're not going to hurt me with that-

Before he could finish his sentence, Levy threw the knife in Debbie and Oliver's direction, which Mark reacted to quickly and grabbed to protect them, but ended up walking into a portal that formed in front of his mother.

When he realized he was going too fast towards the window, he put his arms in front of his face, because he knew he wouldn't be able to stop, and ended up breaking the window and falling onto the street floor. Mark floated disoriented, holding his pocketknife in his hands, he flew slowly in front of his "house". It looked a bit wrecked, the door open, the smell of rotten meat reaching his nose, which made him hold back the urge to vomit.

He became angry when he realized that he was in another strange dimension, threw his pocketknife as hard as he could against the window, which obviously broke the glass, and in an act of fury shouted.

(Mark): SHIT!

He had to stay focused, because at any moment a portal could appear, he looked around, the city was very quiet, abandoned cars, houses in the same situation, but with the doors open, not that they were looted, but it seemed that someone who lived there had left in a hurry.

Soon he heard a strange sound and became more attentive, the smell of rotting meat increasing as the sounds got louder.

Soon a person came out of an abandoned house, but that person... It wasn't a person, they were grunting, with dull, lifeless eyes that stared at the sky, pale skin, blood all over their body, and a tear on their cheek, as if it had been ripped off by something, which showed a bit of their dental arch. Mark was paralyzed, not believing what he was seeing. Was that shit a zombie?

Soon more appeared, they were walking slowly, grunting, the smell was unbearable, Mark just floated higher, not wanting those things to touch him. Well, he watched a lot of zombie movies, so he couldn't be bitten, the zombies were crowded under him, even if he was "invincible" he didn't want to risk it, the zombies raised their rotten arms, trying to reach him. He began to fly away from them, but they followed him, soon the group of living dead increased, and so far no portal.

It was dusk, he looked around him, a place of safety, he couldn't stay floating all the time, until he saw a window of a house open, it was the second floor of the house, he saw a female hand calling him, gesturing for him to enter, without thinking too much he entered, soon the window was closed and the curtain too, he was inside a dark room, he still smelled decomposition, maybe the smell stuck to his nose. A flashlight was turned on in his face, illuminating the room too much, and he was thrown against the wall while a drill was poking his cheek. And soon he saw who it was that was going to threaten him. A young girl. She looked about his age, just because of her youthful face. She looked a little tired, under her eyes there were huge bags of dark circles, and the most striking part was a scar over the bridge of her nose, she looked a little thin, but she was very strong. She had a visibly irritated look on her face.

(???): Who are you?

She had a strong accent as she spoke, which indicated that she wasn't American. The young woman looked at him furiously, waiting for an answer.

(Mark): Invincible

He answered with his superhero name, which was more plausible since he was wearing his uniform. The brunette grimaced at the answer.

(???): And that's an answer? And invincible? What a lame name... You've been watching too much of Disney's "The Incredibles"...

She makes a brief reference to a Pixar movie, which was obviously Disney.

(Mark): What?

But before he could say any more, she rubbed the metal tip of the drill against his cheek, threatening to turn on the object, which wasn't plugged in. To tell the truth, it didn't even have a cord, but was tied to a bunch of adhesive tape and batteries, and the flashlight that illuminated the place was glued to the drill. If it turned on, it would be a miracle.

(???): I'm not going to ask you again... Who are you?

(Mark): I've already told you... My name is Invincible...

Probably no one in that world knew Invincible.

(Mark): You know... I don't think it's very smart to threaten someone who can fly with a drill

She froze and bit her lips in annoyance, then releasing Mark, she switched off the flashlight, leaving the room extremely dark, then he smelt a match and heard a noise, she was lighting a match, and with the fire from the matchstick she lit two candles in the room.

(???): What the fuck? Look mister fucking flyer, you've attracted a lot of zombies around the neighborhood... So don't talk to me about intelligence... And I haven't slept properly in a month either... So give me a break

She grumbled.

(???): So you're like a superhero? Funny... You're super late... You should have shown up a month ago

She mocked him, Mark hating the shitty atmosphere that was emerging. He didn't understand the situation he was in, he stared at the girl while she mocked him, he was trying to find patience where he didn't have any.

(Mark): So give me a break too... my day sucked too

(???): Poor superhero...

She speaks in a debauched tone, but when she looks at Mark she automatically stops making fun of him, she makes a disgusted sound with her mouth.

(Y/n): Right... I've stopped.... since you won't say your real name then I'll say mine... My name is Y/n

Mark was quiet for a while, he sighed deeply, which he cursed himself for, as he felt the taste of rotten meat on his taste buds just from smelling it in that house, he had to hold back the urge to vomit, he swallowed dry.

(Mark): My name is Mark

He decided to speak his name, it wasn't as if she was a danger, so speaking his identity wasn't a big problem, now the real problem was how his mother and brother were, he was anxious, wondering why a portal hadn't appeared yet.

(Y/n): See, it wasn't that hard to say your name... but how did you end up here at the end of the world? A trip through the multiverse?

(Mark): Really, that was your first guess?

(Y/n): I like reading comics and watching superhero movies, so it seemed pretty obvious... and you're also a bit familiar...

Mark froze, was he familiar? But he decided to ignore the feeling.

(Mark): Familiar?

(Y/n): It must be something in my head... I don't know... So how did you end up here?

(Mark): Well... Did you get multiverse travel right or some shit? Well, a guy named Agnstrom Levy is pissed at me for an incident that's probably my fault, and now he's throwing me into random dimensions to try to break me and while threatening my family.

(Y/n): Wow, that sounds like a Spider-Man story... Like a Spideyverse

(Mark): Do you know Spider-Man?

Mark asks surprised, well he's probably back in Peter's dimension, and now he's in a horrible situation, he doesn't know if the friend he made is okay.

(Y/n): Of course I know him, he's my brother's favorite superhero... my brother*speaks in a melancholy way* and I like his movies too... But if you know him, how come I've never seen you in his comics?

So Mark realized that she was referring to Spider-Man as a comic book character, so Mark was also a comic book character in this world?

That's a bit cruel if it's true. Who would be the son of a bitch to write such a shitty situation for him?

Mark tried not to think too much about the situation.

(Y/n): Never mind... I'm sorry about your family... I hope they're all right... Look, I don't want to be a fucking asshole, but it's hard for me too

(Mark): I realize.... I'm sorry about what happened to your universe... The zombies must have been shit .... Look, if it's too rude, where's your family, is this your home?

(Y/n): I don't want to talk about it, home is technically what the people who put us here in this country gave us.

(Mark): So you're not American?

(Y/N): I'm American you idiot, technically Brazil is part of the American continent, but in the south. You mean American, right? No, I'm not, I'm Brazilian.

Mark bit the inside of his cheek, he understood that your situation was shit and you were acting like an asshole, but he didn't like being humiliated like that. Not even the teachers at college or Cecil were like that with him.

And you should also give him a bit of a break, he's in a bad situation too... And geography was never Mark's best subject.

(Mark): So you're Brazilian?

(Y/n): Yes? Why do you ask? Since I've just said I'm Brazilian... Are you deaf?

(Mark): I don't think so...

(Y/N): What do you mean you don't look like me? Just because I'm not the "standard" for you gringos!? You xenophobe! You're not a fat, diabetic white guy, are you sure you're not American? You scumbag

(Mark): Hey! I didn't mean that! Fuck me! What you said was worse!

Mark didn't know how to deal with the situation, she was very harsh, any word he said she took as an offense, it was hard to choose what to say. So he changed the subject, because he didn't want to make the situation worse.

(Mark): right.... And when did all this happen?

(Y/n): A month ago... It all happened very quickly

Well, that makes sense, since she repeated "a month ago" a lot.

(Mark): Was it only in the United States?

(Y/N): I don't think so, if it was only here, the other countries would probably try to rescue the survivors and investigate what happened, and if that didn't work, they'd probably set off a bomb here so it wouldn't spread... It could probably have been something worldwide.

(Mark): You don't know anything?

(Y/n): Well, the news stopped being documented on the first day, on the second day the radios stopped transmitting anything, and on the third day, the power went out.

Mark realized the situation was getting really bad, making him bite the inside of his cheek.

(Mark): This is bullshit...

(Y/n): How were you traveling through dimensions? Did you just spawn in a place, or did you enter a portal?

(Mark): I entered the portals by accident, but when I was in another dimension, at some point Angstrom would open one near me...

(Y/n): I see... So you're an idiot who kept walking into portals... And what are you going to do now? Wait for a portal to open here, or are you going to go out and look for one nearby? If it's the second option, I recommend luring the zombies near my house away since you're going to give me a hell of a lot of work tomorrow.

Another insult. The universe really liked Mark because it left him with a short-tempered person. He was getting irritated, but she was right; he had brought a small horde of zombies toward her house, and he didn't want to put her in potential danger. The situation was bad, so she carefully opened the bedroom window, waiting for a response, and Mark knew what he had to do.

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After an hour wandering through the suburban part of Chicago, he hadn't found any of Angstrom's neon portals. Mark didn't know what to do now. He had no place to stay, everything was destroyed, and he had just seen a zombie devour a cat. It was hell on earth. Grayson sighed in defeat; the only place that seemed "okay" for him to stay was Y/n's house.

He flew there carefully, not wanting to draw attention from the undead, and soon he was in front of her bedroom window, knocking softly. The window suddenly opened with some force, and a hand grabbed his uniform and pulled him inside, and soon he was face-to-face with an irritated Brazilian.

(Y/n): Looks like you didn't find your way back home.

(Mark): Yeah, I didn't find it.

The young Viltrumite entered through the window, closing it and the curtains to avoid drawing attention from the zombies. He felt awkward, not having much courage to look her in the eyes.

(Y/n): Alright... You can stay here. But you're not leaving this room. If you need to go to the bathroom, call me, and I'll take you, but don't even think about going downstairs. If I'm sleeping and you need the bathroom, I expect you to do your business in a water bottle.

Mark made a face. But the question remained: why couldn't he leave that room?

He didn't question it, though; he was too mentally exhausted to argue about anything.

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Grayson woke up abruptly, gasping. It was the same nightmare as always, blood and the viscera of innocent people, the metal of the train tearing through and crushing them... He wanted to scream, but he didn't, immediately remembering where he was. He was still wearing the mask on his face, it was uncomfortable to sleep in that fabric, especially when it was soaked with sweat. But Mark didn't take it off. He didn't even know why he didn't want to remove it, he just didn't.

He turned his head and saw that the Brazilian who had "welcomed" him was still asleep. She looked exhausted and tired, she deserved to rest. He didn't know what she had really been through, so... she needed to sleep. He floated above the floor to avoid making any noise. He needed to use the bathroom, and he wasn't about to shove himself into a bottle to pee in it. Mark Grayson had standards.

He took one of the lit candles and used it to light the area as he flew. Mark opened the bedroom door without making a sound and went into the hallway, trying to open two doors without success. The door with the broken handle was the bathroom, and he had to be careful not to make noise with the creaking handle. With that, he finally managed to use the bathroom.

Surprisingly, the bathroom was clean and organized, with some water bottles and buckets near the bathtub, probably because she was saving water. He even considered using one of the water bottles to flush his urine but decided against it to avoid making noise, and Mark was a bit of a wimp, too.

As he left the bathroom silently, the putrid smell still lingered in the house. It wasn't that the smell was stuck in Mark's nostrils, it was obvious that it came from Y/n's house, especially from the first floor.

Curiosity might kill the cat, but it wouldn't kill a Viltrumite. That's what Mark believed. He slowly floated down to the first floor without stepping on the stairs. The candle illuminated the living room a bit, there were some blood trails leading to the kitchen, and out of curiosity, he followed them. But he was immediately hit by the stench of rotting flesh, flies circling a white blanket that covered two bodies and a fallen wheelchair. Mark cursed himself for being in that place. But his damned curiosity was stronger, he slowly bent down, grabbing the once-white cloth by its corner and lifting it slowly to see exactly what was under it.

Terrible choice. The smell hit him hard, and the candlelight revealed the truth in the dark room. Two rotting bodies, maggots writhing and eating the putrid flesh. Mark held back the urge to vomit, the bitter taste coating his throat, forcing him to swallow it down again. His breathing became harder, the more he breathed, the stronger the smell of death became.

He regretted it. Deeply.

The bodies seemed to be of a woman and a child, the child still strapped into the wheelchair. Mark's heart pounded, his body trembling at the sight.

A noise outside startled him; it sounded like one of the zombies had hit a car, triggering the alarm. The sound was loud, followed by the wet groans and growls of the zombies. This universe was a horror movie.

Soon, Mark heard footsteps inside the house, coming from upstairs down to where he was. The creaking of the wooden steps twisted something inside him with each step.

When he saw you, something broke inside him.

(Y/n): What did I say—

She didn't even finish her sentence before Mark grabbed her by the neck, stopping her from running away. He was furious, demanding an explanation about the bodies. She looked briefly shocked, trying to understand what was happening.

(Mark): What did you do?!

Grayson was already expecting the worst about the young woman who "took him in." Obviously, people would do horrible things to survive in a zombie apocalypse, but Mark despised the death of that woman and the child in the wheelchair.

Her eyes widened in fear, trying to process what had just happened, looking at him in shock. But soon, the fear in her eyes turned to pure rage, her hands gripping his arm around her neck tightly.

She tried to kick, scratch, or squeeze his arm as if she could actually escape or even hurt him. His grip tightened, Mark glaring at her through the lenses of his mask, demanding an answer. He was so stressed by the whole situation that she struggled to speak, her face visibly red as she gasped for air, punching his arm in a desperate attempt to make him let go.

(Y/n): H-How am I supposed to talk if you're about to kill me... you idiot!

She growled, trying to form a coherent sentence. Mark knew he couldn't kill her, it would be wrong, so he let her go, making Y/n fall to the floor, clutching her neck to ease the pressure as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Her color slowly returned, her neck bruising, and she turned her head toward him in anger.

(Y/n): Why the hell did you do that? You trying to kill me?

Mark floated in front of her, looking at her with a certain disgust that made her flinch. She couldn't see his eyes, but she could feel the emotion.

(Mark): What did you do?

He asked, irritated. The Brazilian was taking a moment to process what Mark meant, to her, it was just another madness.

(Y/n): Did what? What are you talking about—

Something seemed to click for Y/n as she looked at the disturbed sheet over the two bodies in the kitchen. Her expression darkened.

(Y/n): I get it... You moved them... Don't you have any respect for the dead? They were resting... I know they're not buried in a cemetery or even in a proper grave, but how was I supposed to do that with so many zombies outside... I just wanted them to rest in peace and with dignity... you know?

Mark didn't understand anything she was saying. Her eyes were tired and frustrated, and she sighed loudly. The car alarm was still blaring while the zombies went wild outside.

(Y/n): Please... don't look at me like that... I know I did something wrong... but I was just defending myself... I... I shouldn't have left the house that day... At least he would still be alive and safe... What kind of big sister am I?

That strange and incoherent monologue made Mark realize what had actually happened. Those two bodies were Y/n's family. The woman was likely her mother, and the child in the wheelchair, her brother. He felt terrible, like the worst person in the universe. He had hurt her for no reason; he... he almost killed her. He felt awful. Mark placed his feet on the ground, trying to approach her, but she understandably backed away from him, afraid. It made sense.... he had almost killed her.

This was, without a doubt, the worst day of Markus Sebastian Grayson's life.

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