A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 7 The Avengers
On an abandoned city street, the wreckage of a Quinjet fighter jet falls next to a slum of ruined buildings.

The exterior of the fighter jet was barely recognizable, with fragments of torn and deformed metal strewn about the fuselage.Black smoke still rose from the wreckage, with a strong smell of burning.

Scattered around the wreckage was a pile of corpses on the ground, shattered beyond recognition by the impact of the crash.

Their bodies were twisted and deformed, and their limbs were scattered in a mess.The smell of decay filled the air and together with the wreckage made for an eerie sight.

There seems to be an earth-shattering battle here
In this apocalyptic scene, the American colonel who had been infected into a zombie was chewing a piece of meat, his face stained red with blood. While chewing with satisfaction, he said to Hawkeye: "It's wonderful, Barton, this is There is as much delicious meat as you want in the city.”

He opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth, and bloody meat remains at the corner of his mouth.

Hawkeye had a nasty gash on his shoulder from which blood gushed.The skin around the wound was broken, forming a bloody area.Blood flowed along the lines of the wound, dyeing his purple clothes deep red.

The edges of the wound were swollen and slightly painful.Hawkeye's breathing was quick and heavy, and he could feel the vile infection power spreading.He knew that being bitten by the American colonel sealed his fate.

Hawkeye twisted his body in pain, his consciousness dominated by hunger, but he still retained the last bit of will and refused to succumb to the temptation of the devil.

He replied in a trembling voice, "No! It shouldn't be like this! I won't be like you, Colonel!"

"Tony and SHIELD will find a way to treat us sooner or later."

The American Colonel let out a hoarse laugh, his eyes bright with mockery.He raised the flesh in his hand, bit it into pieces, and blood splashed everywhere.

He swallowed and roared: "You are just wasting your time, Hawkeye! You can't escape, and we will enjoy this wonderful gospel together."

This smile is no longer the heroic smile of the past, but full of madness and cruelty.His eyes shone with ecstasy, as if he was enjoying the delicious taste of flesh and blood.

He chewed the meat, and the corners of his mouth twitched, making people feel his endless hunger and thirst.

Hawkeye clenched his lips, trying to divert his attention to other places, his body trembled, and the hunger pricked his heart like a sharp knife.

He does not want to be defeated by the temptation of the American colonel. He wants to stay awake and protect his humanity.

However, the passage of time made Hawkeye's resistance increasingly difficult.The burning sensation in his stomach intensified, and the slight rumbling in his stomach disturbed him.Every second, his will was being eroded by hunger.

Hawkeye's hands began to shake as he tried to remember his family, friends, and those who had fought alongside him.Their smiles and warm memories acted as a barrier to protect him, trying to resist the invasion of the darkness within.

Pa, a piece of torn meat was thrown in front of him.

"Come on, Clint, stop torturing yourself and just have a taste!"

The piece of meat exudes a tempting smoke, the meat looks tender and juicy, Hawkeye can't resist the tempting taste.He tried to suppress the drooling and hunger in his mouth, but his will began to crumble as the aroma seeped into his nostrils.

Eventually, Hawkeye could no longer resist the urge to be hungry.His eyes were blurred, his breath was short of breath, he took the piece of meat through gritted teeth, and put it in his mouth.

Just take a bite, Morbius from the Howling Commandos, that mysterious vampire who still sucks human blood, but is he still an anti-hero?
There are many little girls who like Gothic style who have him as their dream lover!
Maybe I can do the same, Clint Barton comforted himself in his heart and bit down.

A bloody taste filled the mouth, but Hawkeye felt an inexplicable sense of relief, as if his body was regaining strength, returning to the days when he was still in the circus, and the burden on his body was gone. Fly, reality becomes so easy.

Although there seemed to be a voice in his heart that was desperately shouting and protesting, Hawkeye found that it was getting harder and harder to control himself. The aroma of the meat was strong and alluring, making him deeply entangled in it.

He tried to stop chewing, trying to resist the temptation, but every swallow made him more and more lost in this malicious delicacy.

This is actually quite good, it thought.

Its eyes became fanatical, obsessed with every taste of that piece of meat.It realizes that it can no longer escape this dark force, and it succumbs to the taste of evil and lets it fill its soul.It said vaguely: "This... how is it possible... so delicious, Steve, I... I can't resist it."

The zombie wearing the stars and stripes slowly wiped the remaining blood around his mouth. His eyes were empty and lifeless, but his face twisted into a ferocious smile.He stood up and picked up his shield with his hand, flashing with incomplete light.

"Hahahaha!" He laughed maniacally. "What did I say, no one can refuse this gospel!"

Hawkeye didn't respond to him, but still squatted on the ground and ate.

"Go!" He ordered in a hoarse and deep voice, his body swaying and his steps staggering. "Let's go back to the home of the Avengers, we have a responsibility to spread the gospel of this hunger to every corner of this world!"

Hawkeye, who was infected into a zombie, stood up with difficulty, and he followed the American colonel forward.His eyes were empty and unfeeling, his face lost the grit and determination it once had.

Suddenly, Hawkeye turned his head and his eyes fell on a tattered beige windbreaker.It hung from the shattered windshield of the Quinjet, swaying silently in the wind.

The trench coat is still brightly colored, but the fabric is riddled with rips and dirt.Its cuffs were in tatters, and there was still a little blood on the collar.

Hawkeye stared at the trench coat, and for a second, his heart was filled with pain and guilt.He tried hard to recall the past, the honor and responsibility he had, but those memories seemed to become blurry and distant in his brain, as if they never existed.

He gave up this senseless resistance and staggered after the American colonel, walking further and further away.

A gust of wind blew the tattered beige trench coat off the shattered windshield of the Quinjet.The windbreaker was flying in the air, as if it had its own destiny.

But it finally obeyed gravity and landed in a pool of bright red blood on the ground. The fabric absorbed the blood and gradually became dark red, making it look even more worn and desolate.

The windbreaker trembled slightly in the blood, as if telling the pain and sorrow it had experienced.It was silent in that pool of blood, bearing all this silently.

The surrounding wind gradually subsided, leaving only the faint trembling of the windbreaker in the pool of blood.It seems to be silently expressing a silent complaint against the world, witnessing the tragedy of betrayal and betrayal.

However, no matter how the windbreaker trembled, it could not change the reality in front of it.It can only lie quietly in that pool of blood and become a part of this doomsday world.

(End of this chapter)