Below the Quinjet, a tide of zombies had already gathered.
As Spider-Man leaped from the hatch, dozens of energy lasers shot toward him.
He didn't panic.
Trusting his Spider-Sense, he fired a web to the bottom of the Quinjet and swung far away from the palace.
"That was close! How are your reflexes so fast and your aim so precise?" Spider-Man shouted at the zombies, taunting them.
"You remind me of Hawkeye!"
Thousands of zombie eyes turned toward him.
Compared with T'Challa and Ant-Man Scott still inside the Quinjet, Spider-Man looked like an inviting meal.
The Quantum Zombie Virus had made them ravenous — intelligent zombies that still retained basic reasoning.
Under the rising sun, their eyes glowed with savage hunger.
Zombie Thanos raised his gauntleted hand.
Reality Stone activated.
The remains of Wakanda vanished like chalk off a blackboard, as rubble and weapons rained downward toward Spider-Man.
"Whoa, whoa!" Spider-Man twisted, dodging falling boulders through the sky.
"This power's unfair! You can't just snatch food — we all deserve a fair share!"
He swung on webs, trying to provoke them verbally.
"Wakandan fellows, do you want aliens eating our Earth's food?" he yelled.
"Think of my legs, my tough muscles… about to be eaten by that purple guy!"
His words hit a nerve.
The zombies hesitated — confusion flickered — then they charged at Thanos's army, some wielding Vibranium weapons.
Thanos's hollow gaze swept over them.
With a sneer, he activated the Reality Stone again.
A crimson wave engulfed the charging zombies.
In an instant, half of that faction vanished in a swirl of foam and color, erased from existence.
A wave of shock ran through the remaining zombies.
A war ended before it began.
Spider-Man landed far away, breathing hard.
He watched the carnage in stunned disbelief.
Zombie Thanos exhaled raggedly.
His pale eyes locked on Spider-Man.
He limped forward, surrounded by his remaining minions.
"Zombies following orders? That's not science," Spider-Man muttered, eyes wide with horror.
"In New York, zombies never planned like this… not in any zombie story I've seen."
Fear overtook him.
He tried to spin away, to escape.
But an invisible force stopped him — the power of the Space Stone.
Spider-Man felt himself being drawn forward, helpless.
"No, no! I'm not ready to be zombie snack!" he cried, struggling, his voice echoing.
Then came static on his comms: "Peter — signal's breaking! Palace — huge explosion — run!"
Before he could react, a thunderous blast erupted near the palace.
The Quinjet's wing flew off and debris littered the sky.
Spider-Man's heart dropped.
"T'Challa! Scott! What happened? Answer me!" he shouted, but only silence met his plea.
Panic rose in him.
He shot a web at Thanos's face, briefly loosening the Space Stone's hold.
He fired another web to a nearby building and swung away.
But Thanos barely flinched.
He clenched his gauntlet again.
Space Stone energy locked out — the ground beneath Spider-Man cracked, forming two earthen walls that rose rapidly, closing in on him.
He tried to brace himself, pushing against the walls with his hands and feet, but the pressure increased.
His bones felt like they were breaking.
"No! I can't stop! T'Challa and Scott need me!" His voice trembled.
Then darkness overwhelmed him.
His last thoughts were pleas — memories of Ant-Man's infection, of survivors hunted by zombies, of a last hope in New Jersey crushed by betrayal.
The last days spent trying to save humanity — it all flashed before him.
The walls closed completely.
Spider-Man's body snapped, bones shattered, flesh torn.
The sounds of splintering bones and gushing blood echoed in the air — a grotesque symphony.
In that final, agonizing moment, he remembered the sacrifice, the betrayal, the hope, the fight.
And then his consciousness slipped away.
Just as all seemed lost, a brilliant light descended from beyond Earth.
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