Turner & Hooch

Time.

Space.

Reality.

It's more than a linear path.

It's a prism of endless possibility.

Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities,

creating alternate worlds from the ones you know.

I am The Watcher.

I am your guide through these vast new realities.

Follow me

and ponder the question...

"What if?"

Dr. Bruce Banner, the human hiding within the Hulk,

fell from the stars to warn humanity of imminent danger.

But the world he found was not one he recognized.

Thanos is coming. He's coming.

Uh...

Hello?

Anyone got any clothes?

Oh, God.

Was I too late?

Ah, jeez.

Come on, big guy, time to go green.

Oh, no.

Hear me and rejoice.

Come out! Come out! Come out!

No!

What do you mean, "no"?

You are about to die at the hands of the children of...

Tony? Boy, are you guys screwed!

Huh?

Yeah, Iron Man!

Wait, what are you guys... That's...

Uh, that sorta seems like overkill.

Whoa!

It's... Oh.

I can't believe it.

No, no, no, no. Oh. Oh!

Oh!

Don't eat me!

Oh! Ugh! Ah.

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Don't eat me. Don't eat me.

I'm... I'm vegan.

Oh, holy crow. Oh, come on! What now?

Oh, God. Okay. This is disgusting.

Oh, no. Oh! I'm gonna vomit. I'm definitely gonna vomit.

Go! You'll be safe with them.

With the giant ants? Who are you?

All that's left.

Whoa!

-Don't eat me, don't eat me, don't eat... -Hey, relax.

I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Oh, yeah? Well, then, what the hell happened to the neighborhood?

Like too many great catastrophes,

this one sprang from a place of love and hope.

Two weeks earlier, Dr. Hank Pym journeyed into the quantum realm,

searching for his long-lost wife.

But in this universe,

Janet Van Dyne contracted a quantum virus that corrupted her brain.

So when she finally reunited with her husband after 30 long years...

-Oof. That happened.

Alas, Hope Van Dyne's long-awaited family reunion was not to be.

- Mom? - Hi, Miss Van Dyne.

Holy... What the... Hank! No.

Within 24 hours, the entire Pacific Northwest was infected.

Ironically, it was the Avengers' heroism that sealed humanity's fate.

On my mark.

Ow!

Because once Earth's mightiest heroes joined the infected,

no one else stood a chance.

Unless, of course, they knew the rules.

New York! Home of the Mets, the Chrysler Building,

those ladies from Sex and the City, and now, the zombie apocalypse!

If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.

But first, you have to not get eaten.

Step one. Long sleeves.

Do I have to be wearing this?

Come on. The safety of the world depends on it.

And action, zombies!

Here I come. Bad zombie.

The zombie virus is passed through saliva.

So the less skin you're showing, the less there is to bite.

Step two, hygiene. Zombies are attracted to the smell of human flesh.

So the less pheromones you give off, mmm, the better.

But just one catch.

You're never more vulnerable than in your birthday suit.

The sneak attack!

Your robot arm is waterproof. How handy! Pun intended.

You know all I have to do is squeeze, right?

Okay, okay. Easy, killer.

How about we skip the shower and grab the body spray?

No!

Okay, step three.

Always aim for the head. That's the only way to kill 'em.

Will you turn that off?

Oh. I was just showing Dr. Banner the orientation video.

General Okoye of the Dora Milaje. Wakandan Royal Guard.

You certainly picked a hell of a time to visit the States, General.

I swore an oath, Dr. Banner.

My king went missing with the Avengers weeks ago.

And for the first time since the outbreak, we actually have a reason to hope.

A beacon just came in over the wires.

Another survivor camp claims to have made progress on a cure.

Wh... Awesome! Global crisis solved. High-fives all around, guys.

Not quite.

The beacon's location was corrupted in transit.

We have no idea where it came from.

Well, it looks to me like your message is in non-linear hexacode.

That location look familiar, Agent Carter?

It's Camp Lehigh in New Jersey. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s first base of operations.

It could have the equipment you need to fabricate a cure.

Then we'll leave at sundown.

Well, just when you thought things couldn't get any worse,

we gotta go to Jersey.

Zombie-freakin'-apocalypse, and somehow, I'm still driving.

What is the problem? I thought you were an Uber driver.

No. I'm a personal chauffeur. There's a difference.

All right, everybody, it's Grand Central.

Hope, Banner, Parker, track seven. See if you can hot-wire the train.

Sounds like job for criminal. I will help.

Uh, splitting up?

Do you guys just not have horror movies in Wakanda?

We don't need them. We have American reality shows.

Boom goes the dynamite. That was solid burn on all of us.

The rest of us will stay here and guard the perimeter.

No juice. We're getting no juice.

Train, please be working for Daddy.

It's not working.

We're locked outta the gear box.

I'm on it. I can jump-start the engine from the inside.

Spark ignition's not firing.

We need someone to give us a push.

Perhaps you summon your inner green demon.

No. He's on sabbatical. Any other ideas?

Not unless someone happens to have a giant slingshot.

I've got an idea!

Make sure the brake lock is engaged.

Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam, blam! Blam!

Just, uh, birds.

-Were you saying "blam"? -Was I?

Ow.

Happy?

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam! Blam! Blam!

Happy!

Man down, man down. We lost Happy!

What? No! No, not Happy.

I think it was...

It's Hawkeye.

Blam. Blam. Blam.

Blam.

Bla...

Sorry, Happy.

Blam.

That was your friend. Sorry about that.

-I should be sad, but I'm not. -Let's go.

Okay, come on, guys! I think I have about 4,000 pounds of thrust here.

Hang in there, Peter. They're almost here.

Okay, get ready to disengage the brake on my mark.

Heck yeah, Cape!

No! No, no, bad zombie! Bad zombie! Bad zombie!

You are remarkable woman!

The front of the train's all hooked up!

Copy that. Inbound.

We're all here! Go!

We did it. Destination, Camp Lehigh.

It's a good look on you.

Really? You think I could pull it off?

Maybe you'll grow into it.

I'm sorry. We should have stayed together.

Sharon? Sharon!

I think you've had enough, Cap.

Bucky!

Sorry, pal. I guess this is the end of the line.

Uh, guys, I'm covered in Sharon.

The kid has hand sanitizer.

Uh, Hope?

I think you're in trouble.

Heart rate's elevated,

temperature's not going in the right direction.

Then we both know what you have to do.

No. Not when we could be minutes away from a cure.

Can we really take that risk?

It's not risk. It's hope.