Things were getting worse and worse.
Lying in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special isolation ward, burning with fever and aching as though his entire body had fallen apart, Zombie Spider-Man looked at the chaos outside the window and thought that things had become increasingly complicated.
Zombie Spider-Man knew that three days had passed, because after being bitten by the corrupted hound that day, he had been unable to withstand the murderous pain and had passed out immediately.
When he woke up again, he was already in S.H.I.E.L.D. On one hand, he had screamed so miserably that the superheroes feared he might die, so they could only carry him to the rear. On the other, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick had far too many questions for Zombie Spider-Man.
When he woke that morning, Zombie Spider-Man had told Nick everything he knew and explained his solution, but Nick had merely shaken his head in silence and handed him a newspaper.
After returning to the ward, Zombie Spider-Man had not even had time to read it before his temperature shot up to 42 degrees Celsius, sending him straight into emergency care. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best doctors had exhausted all their knowledge to save him, yet the moment he woke, his temperature climbed back to 39.6 degrees.
But this time, there truly were no doctors left to save him. After him, Coulson, who had been inspecting the spread of the virus in New York, Natasha, who had followed the Avengers to subdue Hulk, and several other important S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had all become infected.
Their symptoms varied. Coulson's lips had rotted away, and he bit anyone he saw. Natasha's fever would not break, and she kept crying that she was hungry. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s few remaining doctors nearly collapsed over the operating table before barely managing to save their lives.
When Spider-Man regained consciousness,