On the African continent, a zombie horde ten million strong marched in ragged formation.
The residents of the surrounding houses hid inside, trembling and praying that the horde would not discover them.
Crack!
A sharp sound came from a house with a small courtyard-the sound of a plate shattering.
Immediately afterward, a little girl's clear cries rang out.
"Waaah-mmph!"
Her mouth was covered. A man beside her clamped his hand over her mouth, mouthing, "Monica, don't make a sound. Don't make a sound."
Sweat was already streaming down the man's face, and his heart began racing. An earthy-yellow energy shield appeared around him. He seemed to have only the power of a Tier 1 Superhuman.
He was not strong enough.
No, he was weak.
Now, even the weakest zombies in the outside world were Tier 2 evolved zombies. As a Tier 1 Superhuman, he would die if he encountered one.
He could only hide here, barely supporting himself and his daughter on the supplies he had stockpiled.
But today, an enormous zombie horde had suddenly arrived, passing his home.
The man covered his daughter's mouth with one hand and made gestures over his head with the other, muttering prayers for the Lord's salvation.
But the next second-
"Roar!"
A blood-red eyeball pressed against his window!
It was a Tier 2 Agile Zombie with a slender body. Its sharp black claws could easily destroy his house!
The man's heart lurched.
The girl's eyes widened in terror too. She was so frightened that she even forgot to cry.
Under the oppressive presence of the Tier 2 Zombie, the man could not summon the slightest thought of resistance. His legs trembled as he held his daughter motionless, hoping to fool the zombie by pretending they were inanimate objects.
But its sense of smell