Ryo arrived at his base under the cover of midnight, parking his scooter near the entrance. His eyes scanned the area, noting the mass of zombies surrounding his base. Creepers, striders, brutes, and countless others patrolled, their presence a clear reminder of the power he now commanded. He smirked at the thought—his personal zombie army was unmatched, and any attempt by the government to fight him would result in massive losses. He was untouchable, his fortress guarded by the undead themselves.