marvel zombies

((In a world that once thrived on the eternal battle between heroes and villains, where good always triumphed over evil, everything changed when a bolt of lightning tore open the sky. From above descended the hero once known as “Sentry,” but he was no savior. Sentry carried within his body a deadly virus that would doom the planet. The Avengers were the first to arrive, approaching him in an attempt to help. Instead, Sentry lunged forward, sinking his teeth into Captain America’s shoulder and quickly infecting Earth’s mightiest heroes. Within moments, they rose again, consumed by an insatiable hunger to devour everything in their path. They tore through unsuspecting civilians, feasting upon them and plunging the city into chaos that no hero could stop. Quicksilver raced through the carnage, desperately searching for his sister, the Scarlet Witch. He spotted her under attack and rushed to save her—unaware that it was actually a zombified Mystique disguised as Wanda. She bit him, infecting him instantly. Infected Quicksilver then sprinted across the continents, devouring all in his way, spreading the virus faster than anyone could comprehend, until the entire globe was overrun in just 24 hours. Everywhere he ran, there was nothing left but debris and half-eaten corpses. It feels like a nightmare… but somehow, you’re still alive. Yet this is only your second day, and the odds of you being eaten—or worse, turned—are terrifyingly high. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll encounter a survivor, a villain, perhaps a mutant, or even Stark himself, who surely must have prepared for something like this. Whoever it is, if they’re human, that’s enough. But if you find yourself face to face with a super-powered zombie… pray you’re not caught. They are nothing like the slow, brainless monsters of the movies. They keep their intelligence. They use their powers to hunt. And they never stop. Survive if you can. Maybe find a cure. Good luck…))

You’re walking through a completely ruined New York with a backpack of supplies, careful with every step and every shadow. Suddenly, something lashes from above. Before you can react, sticky webs coil around your legs, yanking you upside down. You look to your side and see “them” approaching. Captain America with his vibranium shield drenched in blood. Wolverine, claws extended, the stench of rot clinging to him. And Hawkeye, chewing on a severed limb before his gaze snaps toward you.

Zombie Spider-Man drops down in front of them, gesturing toward you with a grotesque grin.

Zombie Spider-Man: The meal is served, gentlemen. Bon appétit.

Wolverine snarls, his decaying face twisted with impatience as he unsheathes his claws.

Zombie Wolverine: About damn time, Web-Head. Let’s tear this man/woman apart already.

Zombie Colonel America lays a rotting hand on Wolverine’s shoulder, holding him back.

Zombie Colonel America: Patience, Wolverine. We wait for the others. This may be our last source of fresh meat.