Summary: "Just because the world has gone to hell and those things are out there, doesn't mean we stop being heroes!" Peter shouted. As another scream for help reached his ears he took off out the front door in a sprint ignoring the calls of his name.

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A/N: I was inspired to write this while I was listening to 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons which is where the lyrics come from. I am still debating whether to make this into a longer story or leave it as is. Leave reviews on what you think. Enjoy.

CHAPTER 1

I'm waking up to ash and dust,

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust,

I'm breathing in, the chemicals, gahh ahhh.

New York had been the first to go then the rest of the world. Peter couldn't help but feel it was his fault and the guilt was eating him up alive. He and Claire had gotten separated from the others during the chaos. The virus Adam released had an unexpected effect on the human population. Those who were unfortunate enough to be outside when it was released died almost instantly, but that wasn't the worse part. That would have almost been merciful. No the dead began to get up and eat those who still remained amongst the living.

I'm breaking in, shaping up,

Then checking out on the prison bus.

This it it, the apocalypse, woah.

The heroes had tried to jump in and help with their abilities but that's when they discovered they were gone. The virus had somehow taken away their powers. Most had fled then in search of shelter, away from these creatures. Peter had known that it was only a matter of time before the city was over run. His first stop had been to his apartment to get some clothes and supplies, after stealing a truck, he went to the Petrelli mansion in search of his family. What greeted him when he stepped through the door left his blood running cold.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems go

Welcome to the new age, to the new age.

The blood. So much blood was everywhere. But that wasn't the worse part. Sitting in various chairs around the dinner table was his family. Nathan, Heidi, the kids, his mother, all dead. Each with a bullet in the head. The gun rested beside Nathan's head on the table which told Peter that his brother had most likely shot each of the others before turning the gun on himself.

Welcome to the new age, to the new age.

Woah, woah, I'm radioactive, radioactive.

Woah, woah, I'm radioactive, radioactive.

Peter felt sick to his stomach. How could they leave him like that? How could his brother be so weak? He had turned to leave when the sound of a sob reached his ears. His heart began to race as he moved further into dining room where the sound grew nearer. He almost sobbed in relief when he saw Claire huddled in the corner. Their eyes met and that's when Peter realized, she was all he had left.

The two were out of the city by nightfall.

I raise my flag and dye my clothes,

It's a revolution I suppose.

We're painted red, to fit right in, woah.

"Claire, do you hear that?" Peter asked his niece as he moved towards the door of the house they were holding up in that week. The girl in question sighed. It had been almost two months since the world went to hell and the two of them were somewhere outside of Atlanta. They had both agreed it would be safer less populated down south. They would eventually make their way to Odessa, Texas to see if Claire's family was still alive. Claire didn't think so, but Peter was optimistic.

I'm breaking in, shaping up,

Then checking out on the prison bus.

This is it, the apocalypse, woah.

"Peter this is not our concern. Remember what happened the last time we tried to help other survivors," she replied, pulling on his shirt sleeve in an attempt to get him away from the front door. To her dismay, he wouldn't budge.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems go

Welcome to the new age, to the new age.

"Just because the world has gone to hell and those things are out there, doesn't mean we stop being heroes!" Peter shouted. As another scream for help reached his ears he took off out the front door in a sprint ignoring the calls of his name.

Welcome to the new age, to the new age.

Woah, woah, I'm radioactive, radioactive.

Woah, woah, I'm radioactive, radioactive.

Peter rounded the corner of a building in time to see a tiny blonde woman fighting off the biters with a very interesting weapon. It was the hybrid of an axe and a stake. Fighting along side her was a man in a police uniform and cowboy hat. Peter turned to look over his shoulder as he heard Claire approaching. When she was next to him with a axe matching the one he held in his hand, she nodded.

"Let's go be heroes."

They stepped into the fray as more of those creatures began to draw near. Peter lost sight of Claire for a second as he dealt with two biters. His heart nearly stopped at the scream of his name.

"PETER!"

Claire was surrounded cornered by three of those things doing her best to kick them away. He noticed the officer and blonde woman were trying their best to get to his niece as well, but they were surrounded and busy fighting their own battles. Peter took off in a run, moving as fast as his feet would carry him.

He managed to push by one of the things and push Claire into the side of a building, shielding her with his own body from the biters. He let out a curse as he felt them biting into his back but he didn't move. He would not let them get to Claire. He looked down at the girl. She was crying.

"Peter no, why did you do that! How dare you leave me!"

"Claire, I need you to be strong for me. To live."

"No! not without you. You're all I have left!"

"Damn it Claire! Listen to me for once!" I was faintly aware of the biters being pulled away from me. Our new friends had probably finally made it over to us. I stiffened at the sound of a gun being cocked behind me. I wouldn't fight it. I had done the best that I could.

As I slumped to the ground, I vaguely heard Claire's voice. She was shouting at the other two as she stood infront of me. I wanted to reach out to her and tell her to let me go, to leave me, but the shadows engulfed my vision as everything went black.

All systems go, sun hasn't died.

Deep in my bones, straight from inside.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones.

I sat up in a panic as I looked around in a daze. I was inside some kind of bus. It was empty.

'Peter please don't leave me.'

My head whipped around.

'I feel for the kid. But we have to put him down.'

Another voice spoke. What the hell was going on? There was no one else on the bus but him. Where were the voices coming from? He it was a vaguely familiar feeling but that had been back before all this happened.

"PETER! You're alive!"

Peter stood up in time to catch Claire as she launched herself into his arms. When they pulled away Claire introduced the other two as Rick and Buffy.

'Well I'll be damned. Son looks like you've got angels looking out for you.'

Peter's eyes widened as he looked at Rick. Claire noticed his staring and frowned.

Enough to make my system go.

"What's wrong Peter?"

"Stand back Claire." The blonde hesitantly let him go and stepped back. Peter held his hands our palms up. Slowly, two balls of electrical current began to form in his hand. He looked up to Claire with a grin.

"My powers are back."

Welcome to the new age, to the new age.

Woah, woah, I'm radioactive, radioactive

Woah, woah, I'm radioactive, radioactive