"You guessed right." Su Ming put on a worried expression and executed a tactical lean-back against the sofa. "Sigh, our Earth was invaded by zombies not long ago too. Luckily, I reacted quickly and didn't give the virus a chance to spread."
"I see." Miles sat down as well, watching the zombies gnaw on robots on the television with a grave expression. "I've only seen reports about zombies on TV. I've never fought them, because they say that once you get scratched by their nails, you're done for."
"That's right. And now, new strains of the virus have emerged within the Multiverse. Not just humans—animals, plants, microorganisms, all of them can be infected. It's impossible to guard against."
Deathstroke was equally serious as he reiterated the severity of the situation.
"What? There are mutated strains like that?" Skye stopped chewing her snack.
With a sigh, Su Ming solemnly nodded at her. "Yes. I can still communicate with the Spider Web from here. Tony and Daisy have both encountered different Hunger Virus variants in different Parallel Worlds. Across four worlds, only five hundred Survivors were rescued."
Perhaps the ratio of that number had shocked everyone. The room fell silent, with only the television, incapable of reading the mood, continuing to chatter away.
Well, Loki had to be excluded from that. She was currently idly inspecting the decorations in Miles's home, and a sailboat in a bottle had caught her attention.
"Do you need my help?" Miles stood up and pulled his backpack out from beneath the sofa. His Black Spider suit was inside. "We can notify all the Spider-Men and have everyone pitch in."
"The virus can infect Superheroes. It would only turn them into even greater threats." Jessica looked dispirited, her voice weak and listless as she sprawled in one