A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 2

What are your memories of zombies in movies and TV shows?
Staggering among the walking dead, moving at a speed like the carrion of an eighty-year-old man?
Or is it the athlete zombie who walks like flying in the Zombie World War, and can climb the [-]-meter-high wall for a whole mouthful of delicious fresh meat?
Just imagine, there is a zombie wearing a tight suit standing in front of you. Its thin layer of rotten skin can withstand the attack of Hellfire missiles. Its yellowed and twisted knuckles are no better than pinching a steel plate. How difficult is it to have a piece of tofu?

And when it puts its palm on your shoulder, you can still hear its big, foul-smelling mouth whispering:
"Just let me take a bite."

Like the first two zombies, a slightly more formal modern army can completely deal with them. There may be some casualties, but overall they will be within the acceptable range.

As long as there are enough guns and ammunition, most monsters in film and television dramas are by no means opponents of human beings. Bai Ye once saw people complaining about this on the Internet.

He couldn't imagine how a group of shambling zombies could use their rotten teeth to push human civilization to the brink of extinction. Logically speaking, they would most likely be killed and turned into rare animals within a few years or even months. .

But what if a group of super-powered zombies who can go to the sky and be invulnerable appear in this world?

The result would probably be quite different.

Walking out of the alley and onto the street, in just a few steps, the torrential rain that was still falling just now has stopped, and half of the sun has emerged from the dark clouds.

Suddenly, Bai Ye narrowed his eyes, and something flickered on the left, which dazzled his eyes.

He shook his head and looked over.

It was a poster of Steve Rogers doing a classic Uncle Sam recruiting gesture, pointing his red-gloved right hand at the person looking at the poster.

But at this time, most of the surface was covered by graffiti of various shapes and shapes, and the content of the painting had been blurred. Only a line of big red characters was still clearly visible: The American Colonel wants you to obey the law.

There is also a small line of phone numbers below to contact Avengers House.

Yes, in this universe, Steve Rogers' military rank is not captain, but three levels higher than that of the main universe. People call him an American colonel, not Captain America.

"Dude, have you seen enough? If you've seen enough, give way. These posters need to be replaced."

As the sound rang out, a strong smell of cheap second-hand smoke came around Bai Ye's back, making him frown.

Turning his head, he saw a freckled young Caucasian man looking at him casually with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a large roll of brand-new posters in his arms.

"Did you print this poster and post it here?" Bai Ye asked.

"How can it be? The Avengers House paid us to put up posters here, but it's none of my business what it will look like after it's posted."

"See the graffiti on it, it's just pasted yesterday and it's like this today."

The young man with the cigarette in his mouth shrugged, looking indifferent. As he spoke, he simply put up a new poster, then picked up the roll of posters and trotted across the street. It seemed that he still had a lot of tasks left today. Onerous.

Seeing the back of this young man who was constantly struggling for a living, Bai Ye wiped the corners of his eyes quite moved, and then stretched out his hand to pull the poster in front of him.

"Hey! Why are you tearing up my poster? I can give you a copy if you want, don't tear it up—"

Bai Ye walked towards the corner of the street without looking back. As he walked, he tore up the poster in his hand until there was only a palm-sized piece of paper left in his hand. On it was the line to contact the Avengers. Home number.

The young man had just chased him for two steps, then he lowered his head and spit, cursing bad luck in a low voice, because he saw the pistol pinned under the corner of Bai Ye's swinging clothes.

He glared at Bai Ye's back angrily, and after watching him disappear around the corner, the white young man looked at the debris on the ground and sighed helplessly. There are a lot of weird things in New York, and the things that climbed up the wall and flew into the sky became bigger. There are all kinds of things, but there are still people who come inexplicably with guns and tear down posters?

He eventually picked up a new poster and reposted it, deciding not to think about it.

"It can be judged from their words that the Quinjet fighter just now should be the one in the original plot where a large group of Avengers sat to Times Square."

"I'm afraid it won't take long to drive from here to Times Square, not to mention flying. It's probably too late to stop them. What should I do?"

Bai Ye rounded the corner of the street and did not continue to move forward, but leaned against the corner and stared at a newsstand across the road. The owner of the newsstand was writing and drawing on the newspaper with a pen while making a phone call.

Silently recalling the plot of the original comic, Bai Ye's fingers kept stroking the pistol on his waist.

Earth-2149 is a comic universe with a very early timeline. The Avengers in this universe have only been formed for a few years and have not experienced many major events.

Their office is even in Stark's old house, which is now the Avengers' House. It was not abandoned until many years later when the Avengers disbanded and replaced by the Avengers Building.

To put it simply, the Avengers in the 2149 universe received a message one day to deal with a crash in Times Square.

Unexpectedly, they were all infected by the sentinels who had been transformed into zombies, and turned into intelligent zombies that devoured human flesh and blood.

They spread the virus, and the entire world inevitably slid into the maws of the zombie heroes within weeks.

It is worth mentioning that the zombie virus in Marvel Zombies will only allow extraordinary people to retain their intelligence after being infected, but this boundary is actually very blurry. Kingpin and the Punisher, who claim to be mortals, can also retain their intelligence after being infected.

Having cancer is death, and being gnawed to death by zombies is also death, but no matter how you look at it, the former is much more tender than the latter.

"Originally, with the level of technology in this world, it can't be said that curing my cancer is easy, at least it can be said that it is not difficult, but everyone in this world is about to be eaten by zombies, so I still have to cure it!"

Thinking of this, Bai Ye angrily stretched out his hand and slammed the wall, which immediately scared the pedestrians around to quicken their pace, and gave him a look full of contempt, sympathy, doubts, and called caring for the mentally retarded.

"Quick! You have to think of a way quickly! We're running out of time!"

"Hurry up? By the way, hurry up!"

He suddenly drew his gun and fired two shots into the air. Amid the screams of passers-by, he rushed towards the newsstand across the street with the gun, and pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against the forehead of the newsstand owner.

"I-I-I-I-"

"Shut up, hang up the phone you're on right now, and then"

Bai Ye rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, snatched the pen from the boss's hand, pulled off half a page of the newspaper, quickly wrote on it, slapped it on the boss's shiny forehead, and then wrote another note and threw it at him in front of.

"This is the phone number of Avengers Home. Call it hands-free. According to what the note says, if you don't call me within ten seconds, I will kill you. Nineteen."

"You, you, you, this, this, this can't"

After seeing the words on the note clearly, the old newsstand owner's face almost squished into a ball, staring at Bai Ye with tears in his eyes.

"Want to cry? Crying counts as time! May Fourth."

"I hit! I hit!"

Feeling the gradually cooling barrel of the gun on his forehead, the boss's heart froze, and he quickly pressed the button on the landline phone.

"Hello, this is the Avengers House, may I ask you something?"

"I'm looking for Pietro Maximoff, and Magneto asked me to bring him a sentence, which has something to do with Wanda."

The voice on the other side of the phone disappeared immediately, as if someone had pressed the mute button, and then the boss immediately looked at Bai Ye with flattering eyes, for fear that he would shoot.

Ten seconds later, just when the boss's heart had completely cooled down, the long-awaited voice of nature finally rang from the other end of the phone.

"I'm Pietro, what's the matter, speak quickly."

The owner of the newsstand wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath and grabbed the microphone and shouted: "Then listen carefully, Wanda Maximoff is a watch that is ridden by thousands of people!"

(End of this chapter)