In a mansion in Westchester, New York, stood X Academy, a school for mutant children converted by Professor X.
A pale blue blur streaked through the mansion. Blood mist burst apart in its wake, accompanied by the spine-chilling sound of chewing.
Zombie Quicksilver knew this place well.
Long ago, he had spent a wonderful, unforgettable time here.
Though he had never joined the X-Men, that time had held plenty of battles, friendship, love, and hot blood.
Yes, hot blood.
"Your brain was every bit as delicious as I imagined, Professor."
Zombie Quicksilver licked the brain matter and blood from his lips. His bottomless appetite had been awakened. He knew he should not do this, yet he still savored it.
"I'm sorry, but it only took an instant. You didn't feel any pain."
The zombie superheroes retained their self-awareness and fighting abilities, but after infection, every thought revolved around eating.
Now corpses littered X Academy. He had even dug out Colossus's heart.
That heart had a satisfying crunch.
As he recalled it, hunger surged through the mark branded on his forehead once more.
Zombie Quicksilver knew it was time for another round of feeding. Ordinary people were next, though he already felt somewhat full.
He was about to leave when his foot landed on something. Looking down, he saw a comic book with "X-Men" written on its cover.
"..."
Normally, his appetite should have outweighed any interest in something so trivial. But some of his reason had returned.
Almost without realizing it, Zombie Quicksilver bent down, picked up the comic, and read it cover to cover in a second.
The story was simple: a fast-moving zombie feasted inside X Academy. As he left Professor X's wheelchair behind, he picked up a comic book. There was even dialogue.
"Uh..."
Zombie Quicksilver discovered