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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MARVEL IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM!

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BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

POP!

"Ow! F-fuck!" I growled out as blood pooled from the wound in my lower abdomen. It wouldn't be long before I turned into one of…Those.

'Damn…It's already turning orange.' The wound was infected, I had gotten bitten. I was hoping it was just a gunshot wound, but of course I wouldn't be that lucky.

I looked around at the corpses of the deceased that littered the shopping mall, The horrors that now plagued my world. "How the fuck did it come to this?" I gritted my teeth as I tried to stand but quickly fell back down. I felt my eyes water as I clutched my gun in my hand before looking at my arm, My skin was already turning pale, I'll be damned if I turn into one of those undead fuckers.

It started about three years ago, it was a drug that had quickly started popping off in the criminal underbelly. Marketed as some miracle drug that'd give you a high unlike any other. It was some type of THC based drug that I couldn't even remember the name of…Over… something?

I let out a pained chuckle, "Some miracle." I coughed up a chunk of orange substance. I looked at my gun again before putting it to my head and cocking back the trigger…

My hand shook as I held the gun, "Shit! You really fucked up bad this time, Huh, Tyson." I dropped the gun, before once again looking over the corpses. 'My family is in there somewhere.' I knew ever single person in the body pile, "Rebecca, Mom, Dad. I'm sorry." I felt tears well up in my eyes, but they never fell. I felt my legs twitch as the began to swell up, and looked at my gun again, before putting it up to my head and pulling the trigger.

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I gasped for air, and sat up from a laying position. Before grunting in pain at my lower abdomen, "Shit!".

"The subject is awake! Seal the tank!" I heard a muffled voice bark orders, opening my eyes I saw darkness.

Host has awoken, Integrating Yellow.

I cringed as pain racked my body, but soon a surge of rage overcame me, and with rage came POWER.

I burst out of my confines of the tank of glass I was in with a roar, the familiar feeling of pain only fueling my strength.

Yellow Has been fully integrated, welcome to the world of the living Tyson.

Then I blacked out.

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I gasped again, feeling my senses start coming back. I looked at my surroundings, and bodies once again littered my vision. However, these weren't the bodies of grotesque monstrous creatures, but humans. I grasped my side, expecting to see orange blood pooling from the wound I had gained, but was pleasantly surprised to find that there was no wound.

Hello Tyson, I am Yellow.

I almost jumped out of my skin at the sudden voice, before I felt my body instantly calm.

I am sorry that I Scared you host.

"Host? You some kind of Symbote?"

Something like that.

I paled, "You aren't going to give me like super AIDs or something are you?"

No.

I let out a sigh of relief, before remembering what was happening, "Wait, where am I? What happened to all the bloated?"

Bloated? What is host talking about?

I blinked as I walked through the blood filled facility, "Y'know, The Scourge. The outbreak that destroyed 98% all life on earth as we know it?"

There are no End-Of-The-World scenarios in my database that match the Identification "The Scourge"

I stopped for a moment, 'was it a dream? Was I In a coma?…No that all felt too real.' I continued my search for the exit of the facility.

"Where the fuck am I?" This place was like a damn maze, and it felt like I was just going around in circles at this point.

You are in a Weapon X Facility, one kept off the radar after the other sites were destroyed by the X-men.

I stopped in my tracks, "Did you say 'X-Men'? As in Marvel 'X-Men'?" Surely not right?

Yes, The X-Men. A relatively secretive team of superheroes ran by Charles Francis Xavier. I'm not sure what the host means by 'Marvel'

I paled at the relisation, I had fucking transmigrated.

"Aha…Ahahahahaha!" I laughed, the sound echoing across the facility's thick walls. I was in marvel, and I didn't know whether I was Genuinely laughing at having successfully escaped the dark world that I was unfortunately born in, or having a panic attack.

I continued to laugh as Yellow guided me out of the facility, where I finally shut my mouth. I was in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with no identification, money, or place of residence. But then again, three years of my past life me and my family where basically drifters that spent every day just like that.

I felt a pang of sadness at the memory of my family turning into bloateds, but quickly shook it off. "I don't suppose you have a way to get me to civilization?"

Yes. I do, Host.

I felt a weird sensation as my body became covered in a armor, and wings sprouted from my back.

Should I Take control while the Host rests?

"Fast travel? Hell yes!" I smiled as I felt the same weird sensation as a mask covered my face, and I drifted off to sleep.

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Yes yes, I'm back. Yes this chapter is short as hell, no this will not be a normal as I plan to actually write more now. No, I will not be discontinuing my other fics. Please give me power stones and please follow and give feedback on how I can improve the story going forwards. Thank you, And have a blessed day. I'll try to upload over the weekend if I find the time!