by Jack Midnight
Marvel Zombies and all related characters copyright of Marvel Comics. Hellsing and all related characters copyright and property of Kohta Hirano.
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PRELUDE
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From the vortex it came, hailing bolts of purple lightning in it's wake: a creature of pure greed, of filth, of destruction. Noone would be spared. The centuries of wars, famine, oppression and struggle that mankind had faced instantly became meaningless when this single, indiscriminate foe came and laid waste to all in it's path.
We once had heroes. They were proud and mighty avengers who protected us from a harsh and unyielding universe. We worshiped them like gods in our own way. Perhaps this is punishment from the true gods for mislaying our faith because it was those heroes who we believed in that became the world's greatest plight.
At ground zero they all converged on the carrion's host, fighting valiantly to save us all but the plague would only consume them: every single one. Colonel America, Iron Man, Thor, Giant Man, the Wasp, Power Man, Iron Fist, Spider-Man, one by one became infected. They began plucking innocent people from the street, some even tearing their meals apart in mid-air and letting blood rain down in pools.
One man fled in terror only to be crippled when Colonel America's shield shattered his spine with precision aim. He was helpless as the one all-American hero dived down and ripped his flesh apart with his rotted teeth. Meanwhile Giant Man scooped panicked groups up by the handful and forced them into his mouth as furiously as he could. The Wasp jumped from host to host taking sharp nips from each: her way of making the food last.
The heroes hit with such ferocity that New York was wiped clean in a matter of hours. It was a small blessing that the human race would be exterminated rather than continue eternally hungering for flesh, to have the compassion of their souls extinguished and for their fellow man to become no more than food.
New York was only the beginning. There is still an entire planet left on their platter.
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Nick Fury leaned forward in the leather armchair. He held the thick towel close to him trying not to drip salt water onto the expensive Persian rug, not that it mattered now.
“It was a bloodbath. Men, women and children, nobody was safe. Not even the dogs. Hell, I saw Luke Cage half-swallow a poodle and bite it off at the torso. Weird thing to notice in light of it all, I know.
“In the minutes it took to organise an evacuation and to open up the emergency bunkers planted under the city the population had already been decimated. Even those we could get inside weren't safe for long. They were trapped like rats. The heroes... those monsters... tore the bunker doors open like lids off of a tin can.
“It didn't take them long to storm the helicarrier. I might have taken some comfort, some pity in the thought that whatever it was that had afflicted them overcame them with hunger, but they knew exactly what they were doing. Their attack on SHIELD was precise and coordinated and they didn't stop until every morsel of human flesh had been consumed.
“They were more than animals. They were monsters. They joked as they disabled our weapons and argued when it came to the last few to be... eaten.
“I was fortunate enough to escape. It took a sub-orbital rocket and the lives of another dozen SHIELD agents to do it, but here I am. Next thing I know I'm being fished out of the ocean by your majesty's navy. In minutes I was talking to the round table and now I've been referred here... to you...”
The blond-haired young woman took another deep inhalation of the end of her cigarette holder, then leaned back and pressed her fingers together in consideration. She wore a fine Edwardian suit usually tailored for a male, large round glasses and a serious expression. Despite her age she was clearly a woman of standing.
“That is quite a remarkable tale of survival,” she remarked to the former SHIELD director sitting across her desk.
“They've taken the United States. It's only a matter of time before they spread out of Canada and South America to the other continents. We're going to need all the help we can get if we have any hope of stopping them, Sir Integra.”
Integra Wingates Hellsing huffed and let loose a slight, curt smile. “You'd best leave this to us, Colonel Fury. Monsters are somewhat of a specialty of ours.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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