The next morning, they set out again.
Today's mission had one goal: Tier 5 zombies.
Everyone in the team had already hit the peak of Tier 4. At this point, only Tier 5 crystal cores could push them further.
Still, even though the lower-tier cores didn't do much for them anymore, Ethan always had them collect whatever they could. Those things were packed with strange energy—who knew what else they might be good for? Maybe someday they'd figure out how to fuse them into higher-tier cores.
But Tier 5s were rare. And the ones nearby? Already dead—courtesy of them.
So today, they were going farther out.
Seven of them, pedaling hard down a cracked, overgrown road on salvaged bicycles. They'd found the bikes on a supply run, and they'd turned out to be perfect—no gas needed, no engine noise, and fast as hell if you had the legs for it.
And these guys? They had the legs.
