Apocalypse: Infinite Supplies System - Chapter 232

Chapter 232: The Evolution of Zombies
The news of Alex exterminating Taylor continued to spread.

Not just in City 25, survivors in other cities were in awe of Alex’s strength! As time passed, the impact of this event gradually began to wane.

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Perhaps Alex’s overwhelming power deeply stimulated other survivors.

Or maybe, Alex’s large-scale zombie hunting operations inspired confidence in everyone.

As a result, in the following period, many people flocked to the Western District.

The population of the Western District increased day by day.

However, some noticed that although more survivors were coming to the Western District, it seemed to be becoming more dangerous.

This was unusual.

Because with more survivors in the Western District, the number of zombies should have decreased, reducing the threat to the survivors.

But the reality was the opposite.

“Maybe it’s because the zombies are evolving faster. Look, now most of the zombies are level two. Although their total number has decreased, the danger has increased, which makes sense.”

However, soon someone raised a question.

“It’s not just the evolution of zombies. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have a feeling that these zombies seem to be getting smarter. They don’t fall for our traps as easily. Moreover, they seem to be gradually becoming organized…”

In fact, it wasn’t just one person who had this feeling.

Soon, more people joined the discussion.

“Yes, I’ve encountered similar situations. Three days ago, my companions and I planted explosives in a location, trying to mimic Alex’s method of trapping zombies. However, no matter how we lured them, the zombies didn’t fall for it!”

“Exactly! I had a similar experience just yesterday. I didn’t confront them directly but saw from a distance. I noticed that those zombies fought the survivors with a certain strategy, not recklessly charging in. Unfortunately, that survivor was killed!”

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Additionally, someone mentioned that they had discovered a newly spawned supply crate outside a shopping mall with their companions.

When they tried to open the crate, numerous zombies suddenly appeared.

It was as if those zombies were lying in ambush, waiting for humans to come.

Luckily, they noticed in time and escaped by a hair’s breadth.

But it nearly scared them to death.

This person concluded, “Even now, I’m still shaken. These zombies have changed too much. They no longer seem like mindless beings, or perhaps something with higher intelligence is guiding their actions!”

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At this moment, in the chat channel.

In various chat groups.

Many people began to converse, sharing their recent experiences.

Many of their experiences were very similar.

Overall, the conclusion was that the zombies’ evolution showed no signs of slowing down.

Moreover, the most significant change was that among the zombies, there seemed to be emerging leaders, not just level-three zombies controlling them…

At this moment, many people were deeply worried.

They didn’t know what the future would hold.

Undoubtedly, the zombies were becoming increasingly powerful, and the world was growing more dangerous.

Meanwhile, it was becoming harder for them to gain experience points.

Many people felt an overwhelming pressure, filled with fear, confusion, and anxiety.

More and more survivors entered the Western District, deciding to take a risk, seeking wealth amid danger.

Thus, in the coming days, the Western District became bustling with activity.

Every day, a large number of survivors arrived in the Western District.

However, those who had just arrived found that many who came earlier were leaving in despair.

Someone, curious, asked, “Brother, why are you leaving the Western District?”

Those people, helpless, replied, “It’s not that we want to leave; we simply aren’t strong enough.”

“The Western District is too dangerous, a real den of dragons and tigers. If you’re not strong enough, it’s best to leave quickly, or you’ll die without anyone knowing!”

No one knew what they had experienced.

No matter how much the newcomers asked, they didn’t want to talk.

They seemed disheartened, as if they had already felt despair.

Being forced to leave the Western District meant they weren’t strong enough.

In this world, they were destined to be the first to be eliminated.

Seeing the eager newcomers, someone couldn’t help but warn, “The zombies in the Western District are very different from the ones outside. Be extra careful, and don’t view them with a conventional mindset, or the consequences will be severe!”

After saying that, the person left directly, distancing themselves from the trouble-filled Western District.

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Meanwhile, on this day.

A team of five entered the Western District.

They were powerful, all having reached level thirty and successfully awakened their abilities.

A week ago, this level of strength was considered formidable, enough to rival the Flame Brigade.

But a week later, the overall strength of survivors had increased significantly.

Their strength now was just decent, far from impressive compared to a week before.

They had only been in the Western District for two days.

Their goal was naturally to hunt zombies and gain experience.

The image of Alex killing tens of thousands of zombies in one go was still vivid in their minds, deeply inspiring.

So, they came.

They didn’t expect to create earth-shattering scenes like Alex.

They just wanted to kill enough zombies to gain plenty of experience points.

They walked down an empty street.

“Strange, why aren’t there any zombies?”

“Yeah, the Western District is supposed to have the most zombies, with millions everywhere. Why haven’t we seen a single one?”

“Right, it’s like this street has been cleared out, but there should still be some scattered zombies around.”

“I feel something’s off. It’s too quiet here. I haven’t even heard a zombie’s sound.”

The five of them conversed while slowly stopping in their tracks.

They exchanged glances, seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes.

And a trace of panic and fear!

Something was wrong!

Very wrong!

The Western District was supposed to have over a million zombies.

Yet, at this moment, not only had they not seen a single zombie,

they hadn’t even heard a single zombie’s roar.

What did this imply?

That a vast area nearby had no zombies at all!

This was highly abnormal.

“No, it’s not necessarily that there are no zombies. They might be hiding…”

“Impossible! Zombies don’t have intelligence; they can’t hide like humans. And what’s their purpose in doing so? There’s no reason for it, right?”