Currently, the city was experiencing the sensation of a series of rumbles. The silhouettes from before weren't just mindlessly heading towards their direction; there was an eerie sense of purpose in their movements, as though something feral had awakened within them.
Their pace quickened, their lifeless eyes wide with hunger, delirium burning in their vacant expressions. Growls and guttural sounds escaped their throats, giving them a heavier sense of madness that they have never shown before, their bloodlust even stronger than when under the aftereffects of Noah's control ability. Out of all of the zombies, not one in sight was under leveled. If one observed the way they ran, they could tell that each and every unevolved zombie were at the edge of ascending into their evolution.
Despite the overwhelming numbers of closely evolving zombies in the horde, it was the presence of the evolved zombies that made the ground tremble.
