Zombie Hulk, Train Breakdown

Silence...

Only the sound of the train rolling along the tracks remained.

"Peter, don't be too upset. Maybe once we find a cure this time, your family can recover..."

Sandman spoke up, offering Spider-Man a few words of comfort.

The Zombie Spider-Man of this world was the Holland Bro version.

Sandman's story differed somewhat from the Sandman of the Maguire World.

But in this world, Sandman had received Spider-Man's help.

Unfortunately, Sandman was no good at comforting people. After stiffly tossing out those words, he had no idea what else to say.

"I know. Thanks, Flint."

Spider-Man was also heading to the New Zealand base with a sliver of hope.

Although... Aunt May was now missing skin and flesh.

As long as the cure worked, there was still hope.

Winter Soldier remained silent beside them. He opened his mouth, then stopped himself.

Captain America had been smashed into two halves by his shield. The cure probably could not save him...

But it was not Winter Soldier's fault either. If he had held back in that situation, they would have been the ones to die.

Whooo~~

The train entered New Zealand, arriving at a place surrounded by vast stretches of wasteland.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s base lay at the end of that wasteland.

"We're almost there..." Spider-Man thought as he looked out the window.

For some reason, huge numbers of zombies wandered across the wasteland.

The moment they heard the train, they took off after it at full speed.

Before long, a massive horde of zombies had gathered behind the train, forming a dark, dense mass.

Zombies were also sprinting alongside it.

But compared to the train, these zombies were too slow to pose any threat. They could not catch up.

Suddenly, Spider-Man's ears twitched. His brow furrowed as he looked at the others.