Blink.
A month has passed.
The entire Zombie World has started to manifest the Fifth Senses.
Some High Tier mutated zombies have condensed a Crystal Core—Tyrant, Licker...
Tat-tat-tat!!
"They are evolving!"
"Incomprehensible, such things appeared in their brains!"
A few burly men are shooting, swearing all sorts of American curses, "Get them quickly, we're low on bullets, and grab some cigarettes too."
"Got it, boss!"
The group quickly loots the store.
Meanwhile, humans gradually establish survivor camps and start researching High Tier zombies.
Various military machinery, armies, begin encircling and exterminating these Fifth Sense High Tier zombies with devastating heavy weapons.
"The cost is too great!"
"Their mobility is too strong, it has exhausted our small modern army, this encirclement!"
"At this rate, our ammunition won't last long."
Wadon and others established shelters, listening to the analysis from the think tank nearby.
