Apocalypse Spider-Man

Just then, a thunderous roar of engines rose from the distant horizon.

Dozens of heavily modified war vehicles, draped with victims' bones and skull banners, formed a massive raider convoy. Kicking up a storm of yellow sand, they raced madly toward Doom.

They were the strong ones in this world, the ones destined to eat meat.

Yet as he watched these lunatics, insignificant as ants in his eyes, the corner of Doom's mouth slowly curved beneath his metal mask.

For a king who had lost his kingdom and subjects, a lawless wasteland steeped in chaos might have been the perfect stage for his rise to power once more.

He was Doctor Doom. He was the mightiest superhero. He was the greatest king!

He slowly raised the arm that could still move. As he chanted, a faint glow began gathering in his hand once more.

His plan was simple: forge another empire!

[Third World: Within the Web, All Are Prey.]

[Spider-Man's Biohazard Crisis]

The third screen showed the New York City everyone knew best.

But New York was now terrifyingly silent.

The streets were empty, littered with abandoned cars and wrecked barricades.

The once-thriving Times Square was now left with nothing but shattered billboards and wires swaying in the wind.

The walls were covered in long-dried bloodstains.

This was a world of despair, one where hope could not be seen.

Peter Parker was carrying a little girl who looked no older than seven or eight on his back.

She was a survivor, trembling from fear.

They sped between abandoned buildings on webs.

His red-and-blue suit was torn in many places, exposing the scratched skin beneath.

His young face was filled with exhaustion and terror, yet he still used his body to shield the child on his back.

He