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The city reeks of decay, its skeletal skyline clawing at a blood-red horizon. Spider-Man’s web snaps taut as he vaults over a shambling horde, their guttural groans echoing through abandoned streets. A flick of his wrist sends a grenade of web-fluid hurling—it explodes in a sticky blast, pinning three rotted forms against a crumbling fire escape. They snarl, jaws unhinged, but the synthetic silk holds. No time to breathe. Another lunges from a shattered storefront, half its torso missing, fingers hooked like bone claws. He ducks, spins, delivers a roundhouse kick that sends the creature careening into a flickering streetlamp. Electricity crackles—the zombie convulses, flesh sizzling, before collapsing in a smoldering heap. His spider-sense screams. He leaps skyward as a swarm floods the intersection below, their milky eyes tracking him hungrily. Midair, he fires twin webs at a leaning billboard, yanking hard. The metal groans, shears free—a thunderous crash drowns out their gurgling shrieks. He lands lightly on a rooftop, lenses narrowing at the seething mass buried under rubble. But the silence shatters too quickly. A gnarled hand erupts from the debris. Then another. And another. They always get back up. Jaw tight, he reloads his shooters. No cure. No mercy. Just the endless swing between survival and slaughter.
