Just as Deathstroke returned to the Helicarrier and bullshitted with Black Egg from Earth-1610.
Somewhere in the multiverse, on an Earth that had still survived.
Deep within the icy Alaskan tundra, a group of figures were shouting furiously, pounding their chests and stomping their feet.
Because on the other side of The Doorway, their Earth had been destroyed. Now, everyone had become rootless drifters. Though perhaps that was not entirely accurate, because at the moment of impact, Zombie Reed had used The Doorway to bring out a vessel carrying the Zombie Heroes.
It was a spaceship, but not entirely. More precisely, it was a massive migration achieved by exploiting a bug in the Space Gate.
The vehicle the zombies were riding in was a gigantic zombie head. It wore a bizarre purple crown, and its eyes differed from the two rotten white balls of an ordinary zombie. Cosmic Energy still shimmered within them.
Yes, this was Zombie Planet Eater's head, and also the Zombie Heroes' vehicle.
Perhaps he was the person best suited to the Hunger Virus, because he had always been hungry in the past. No one in the universe understood hunger better than he did.
Galactus had originally intended to eat Zombie Earth, but he made a wrong choice. Rather than devouring it directly in space with his giant form, he landed on the surface, intending to first destroy the heroes' resistance.
Only after landing did he discover that the heroes had all become zombies. By then, it was already too late to leave.
Zombie Iron Man blasted him with the Anti-Celestial Cannon, knocking him down on the spot. The Zombie Heroes swarmed in through the wound, and within minutes, they had eaten Galactus until only his head remained.
It was not that they did not want to