MARVEL : Starts From Zombie universe

ShareThe Spider-Car maneuvered deftly through the cedar forest, its engine emitting a low growl. The tires screeched against the uneven ground as the vehicle braked sharply, kicking up a cloud of dust before coming to a halt in an open area near an old factory.

The sudden noise startled birds in the trees, their flapping wings and startled cries echoing as they sought refuge elsewhere.

With a firm bang, Adrian opened the car door and stepped out, his gaze turning to the back of the Spider-Car. Along with the "goods" he had acquired on this trip, one particular figure stood out—a former X-Men member, bound and subdued.

Attached to the Spider-Car's rear bumper was a sturdy tow rope connecting it to another vehicle, rusty and battered.

"Prepare to unload!" Adrian shouted to the group before heading toward the Weapon X facility's metal gates. He pressed the electronic doorbell on the touchscreen panel by the entrance, scanning the structure.

The factory stood intact despite previous damage. Thanks to diligent maintenance, even the radar and antenna on the roof had been restored to pristine condition.

Frank, seated in the driver's seat, nodded at Adrian's command. He turned the key to kill the engine before moving toward the large, makeshift cage towed behind the car, with Pietro following closely.

Frank glanced at Pietro briefly before raising his gun, taking a cautious step back, and motioning for Pietro to unlock the iron latch securing the cage door. As the lock clicked open, Frank cocked his gun, pointing the barrel at the cage as the door creaked open slowly.

"Ughhhh…"

Low moans and muffled noises spilled out—sounds of suppressed anger and futile prayers, as if cloth had been stuffed into the mouths of the occupants.

"Shut up! If I hear one more sound, I'll blow your brains out," Frank growled, irritation evident on his face.

The threat worked. Silence enveloped the cage. Satisfied, Frank holstered his gun and reached inside, pulling out a disheveled young man with a tangled beard. His hands and feet were tightly bound with coarse rope, his face bruised, and his nose visibly crooked.

The young man wore a blood-stained T-shirt with a white skull logo—an emblem that made Frank's eyes narrow in disdain. It was the insignia of the Punishment Gang, a shameless imitation of his own symbol.

Frank gestured for the rest of the captives to exit. The group consisted of punk-styled criminals, each wearing outfits representing various infamous gangs: the Punishment Gang, Ghost Gang, and Daredevil Gang.

The final captive to emerge was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a wary expression. A metal collar was fastened around his neck, suppressing his mutant abilities. He wore a battered jacket and a green bandana across his forehead.

This was Jamie Madrox, also known as the Multiple Man.

Jamie stepped out hesitantly, casting an apprehensive glance at the imposing Weapon X facility before him. Despite his usual confidence, the mutant couldn't help but shiver under the weight of his predicament.

Just a day ago, Jamie had been leading his gang toward Tinnbaum Canyon, hoping to join forces with another Jamie-led group. However, upon arrival, they found the other gang already dead, their bodies scattered and decomposing.

Moved by a rare sense of solidarity, Jamie's group decided to dig a massive grave to bury their fallen counterparts. But as they worked, an all-terrain vehicle emerged from the yellow sands, its passengers armed and efficient.

The ambush was swift. Before Jamie or his clones could react, shots rang out, and the survivors were subdued and bound.

Now, standing before Adrian, Jamie couldn't help but wonder why they'd been spared.

As if reading his thoughts, Adrian approached with a chilling smile, clapping Jamie on the shoulder. "Jamie! My dear friend, how have you been lately?"

The warmth in Adrian's tone only made Jamie shudder.

"I… I'm fine," Jamie stammered, trying to hide his unease.

"Really?" Adrian raised an eyebrow. "No trouble with cloning recently? No… performance issues?"

Jamie hesitated before shaking his head. "No."

"Good," Adrian said, his grin widening. "Then I suggest you pray your duplication works smoothly today."

Without warning, Adrian removed a sleek, purple helmet from his head—the iconic headgear once belonging to Magneto. He reached out and deactivated the collar around Jamie's neck with a series of quick taps.

With a resounding click, the locks fell away. Adrian then slammed the helmet onto Jamie's head and followed it up with a powerful punch to his face.

"Ahhh!" Jamie cried out in pain, stumbling backward as his body began to shimmer unnaturally.

From his torso, two identical clones began to emerge. Their bound hands flailed as they tried to hold onto each other, but the separation was inevitable. Within moments, two perfect replicas of Jamie collapsed to the ground, groaning.

Adrian knelt, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he observed the two clones. Both wore identical purple helmets.

"Perfect." Adrian smirked, picking up one of the helmets and tucking it under his arm.

"Alright, you *@%# punks, move it!" Frank barked, firing a warning shot into the air as he herded the captives toward the open factory gates.

Adrian remained behind, gazing at the weakened Jamies with a cold smile. Then, turning to one of the clones, he casually remarked, "Let's see if you're as useful as you are identical."

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