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The city skyline, once a glittering tapestry of life, now pulsed with the eerie glow of smoldering ruins as Spider-Man swung through the choking haze, his instincts screaming. New York’s streets—normally alive with honking cabs and chattering crowds—had fallen silent, replaced by guttural snarls and the wet crunch of decay. A severed subway car lay twisted like discarded tinfoil, its windows smeared with blackened blood. He landed lightly on a fire escape, lenses narrowing at the shambling horde below. *Not demons. Not aliens. Zombies. Seriously?* His spidey-sense flared a millisecond before a gore-caked figure lunged from the shadows, jaws unhinged, rancid breath hot against his neck. He flipped backward, web-shooters hissing midair, and pinned the creature to a brick wall with a viscous thwip. "Buddy, ever heard of breath mints?" Another trio lurched from a shattered storefront, milky eyes fixed on him, limbs jerking with unnatural speed. *Fast ones. Perfect.* He vaulted over their grasping claws, webbing ankles to sidewalk, then yanked hard—bodies collided in a splatter of rot. The stench hit him like a freight train. "Okay, no more chimichangas for *you* guys." Above the fray, a child’s scream sliced through the growls. Spider-Man didn’t hesitate. He catapulted toward the sound, weaving a net of impact-resistant silk between lampposts, before snatching the kid from a rooftop’s edge. "Hang tight, hero," he muttered, securing the boy to a gargoyle with a safety line. "Class trip’s over." The horde was multiplying, flooding the block like a tidal wave of teeth. Time to end this. He spotted a flickering neon sign—**Oscorp Lab: Authorized Personnel Only**—and grinned beneath the mask. Ten minutes later, the building’s experimental fusion reactor hummed to life, its pulse rippling outward in a blinding wave. The zombies froze, then crumpled, flesh disintegrating to ash. Spider-Man crouched atop a water tower, watching the dust settle. "Guess they weren’t the *marvel*ous type." His comm crackled. "Spidey! We’ve got a breach near Queensboro—" He swung into the wind, the city’s heartbeat thrumming beneath his fingertips. "On it. But someone’s buying me a hazmat suit after this."
