The world had shifted again.
The familiar groans of the undead outside the reinforced apartment blocks no longer carried the same weight of assurance they once did.
Weeks ago, their guttural wails had been predictable, mindless, and oddly comforting in their consistency. A zombie was a zombie, slow, clumsy, unthinking. But now… things were different.
Leng Pan stood on the balcony of their unit, binoculars in hand, watching the street below with narrowed eyes. The corpses still shambled, but every so often, one would break from the horde, its steps steadier, its head turning in sharp, calculated jerks. She'd seen one of them scale a broken truck earlier, using its hands like a half-remembered instinct. Another had snapped its head at the flutter of a bird, its milky eyes following the movement with frightening accuracy.
"The zombies are changing. They are evolving faster than in the past." she muttered, lowering the binoculars.
