“Pay attention!” Mercy warned, forcefully maneuvering your body until you were pinned against a wall, and out of the way of oncoming traffic.

“Sorry! And thanks.” you said, using the Sap Gloves to scale the wall you were pressed up against in a sort of vertical crab walk. “I was just…studying the way that they fight.”

“There is nothing valuable to be learned from them.” Mercy advised.

“Maybe...” you mused, returning your attention to the giant bird lady.

Surprisingly, she never once targeted Deadhead. Instead, she kept the other zombies off of him by disemboweling or dismembering them with her claws. Then, she turned and dove down towards the streets. The resulting downdraft kicked up a sizable plume of dust, and you were suddenly very grateful to be wearing a blindfold.

You watched in awe as she flew into an oncoming horde of zombies, carefully avoiding civilian monsters as she did, before unfurling her wings right before she barreled into the one in front. And with her massive wings, she performed a literal barrel roll, flinging the zombies away from all those still trying to escape.

“Cindy!”

Your eyes shifted over to where Shaggy had been digging. Now, only his butt and hind legs were sticking out of the portal.

“Come on! We need to get you out of here!”

You shook your head, forgetting that he couldn't see you with his head stuck in that portal.

“No! You go! I still need to seal up these grates!” you shouted back.

Now, Shaggy did remove his head from the portal to give you a surprised look.

“That's where they're coming from!” you went on. “We can't fight them all, but we can slow them down, and that's gonna have to be enough for now.”

Shaggy looked conflicted for a moment as he glanced between you and the portal. Then, after a brief pause, he closed the portal and walked over to the edge of the roof.

“Then you're going to need a guide. I'll show you where they are.” he declared.

You grinned at him, and gave a grateful nod.

“So we're leaving?” Deadhead asked, after punching a zombie's head clean off.

Shaggy nodded.

“That's right. I hope the Blood Witch paid you for your trouble.” he said.

Deadhead froze in place, and then reached down to grab a green capsule from his belt.

“Dog…you're a fuckin’ genius!” he declared, holding the capsule up for all to see.

From her place perched atop a nearby rooftop, Harpy tilted her head, and sneered at the object in his hand.

Shaggy sniffed the air, and, for some reason, you caught yourself trying to do the same.

“What's that?” you asked.

“An advance on my payment.” Deadhead laughed.

“Hulk blood…”

Harpy hissed the words, her mood darkening a bit at the mere mention of one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

“Uhhh…what're you planning on doing with that?” you asked.

The mercenary inserted the capsule into a tiny slot in his glove, and pressed down on it, flattening the capsule, and causing its contents to flow through a tube-like structure that had been built into his glove.

“This.”