Generally speaking, after humans turned into zombies, their skin rotted, their muscles atrophied, their gums were exposed, their eyes turned milky white, and so on. If they were unlucky, their wounds might mutate as well, developing pustules or virus growths.
But when apes turned into zombies, they were a hundred times more disgusting than human zombies. Their black fur tangled with their rotting flesh, hanging off their bodies like yo-yos.
The unsynchronized shedding of skin and fur made these ape heroes resemble moving, foul-smelling balls of hair, or clumps of long hair congealed together by grease in a sewer.
No wonder Deathstroke had no desire to fight such things. Though no one knew how he had learned what these monsters looked like in advance, when they appeared, Captain Marvel no longer wanted to touch them with her hands either.
"Iron Man, you go." She took a step back as well and simply stood beside Deathstroke.
"Now you know the benefits of technology, right?" Anthony crooked his mouth. A small missile launcher emerged from his armor's shoulder, and as he spoke, it flew toward the ape zombies. "If you run into zombies, no matter what animal they are, one missile will do the trick. What?!"
He had not even finished speaking. The first half of his sentence was still echoing through the alley when it was drowned out by his final startled gasp.
Because an Iron Ape in a gold-and-red suit also flew out from the group of ape zombies. A missile fired from its shoulder launcher and intercepted the weapon launched by the humans midair.
Not only that, the zombie ape flipped open its faceplate, revealing a zombie face with a large clump of black hair on its upper lip. It gave Iron Man a wicked smile.
"Humans from a