Zombie Outbreak, More Terrifying Than Thanos

The next morning, the base's common lounge still carried the lingering scent of overnight caffeine and disinfectant.

Sunlight had only just managed to pierce the thick bulletproof glass, stretching several long slashes of light across the floor.

"Phew~ phew-phew~ doo~ doo-loo~"

A horribly off-key yet extraordinarily cheerful whistle drifted closer, shattering the morning silence.

Scott Lang—Ant-Man himself—sauntered in wearing his signature jacket, his hair a complete mess, casually tossing and catching a sandwich in one hand.

He looked positively refreshed, as though he had spent the whole day sunbathing on a Caribbean beach.

The sound was like a demonic tune boring straight into Bruce Banner's nerve endings as he lay on a temporary cot in the corner.

Banner had barely slept at all last night.

The wounds on his neck and hands had been disinfected in an emergency, but the bone-deep icy itch and intermittent needlelike pain had not faded. Instead, they clung to his sanity like poisonous vines lying in wait.

The preliminary blood test results lay beside him on his portable iPad. Several key readings were alarmingly abnormal, like red warning lights flashing nonstop.

At that moment, Scott's carefree whistling was like a red-hot needle stabbing viciously into Banner's nerves stretched to the limit.

"SHUT UP!!!"

Banner sprang off the cot like a cannonball, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Scott.

Sleep deprivation and the torment of the unknown mutation within him had completely torn away the mild-mannered scientist's facade. Hulk's violent nature churned madly in his eyes.

He crossed the distance in a few strides, lunged at the stunned Scott, and shot out his left hand like lightning, grabbing Scott by the front of his jacket and effortlessly lifting him several inches off the ground!

"What the fuck were you doing last night?!"

Banner's face was nearly pressed