It had been a month since winter had settled in, cover everything in a cold, relentless freeze. In Japan, winter lasted three months, and the biting chill had begun to seep into every corner of their lives. Ryo and Sachiko were growing bored with the monotony of being stuck indoors. There wasn't much to do besides maintaining the heat and power for their home and Ryo's zombie army scattered around the area.
Every evening, Ryo had a routine: checking the heaters he had placed in houses that contained hordes of Striders and Brutes, ensuring the important zombies he commanded remained active and healthy. He had to keep those hordes alive, knowing they were vital to protecting his base and territory. The bitter cold meant constant upkeep—fuel for the heaters had to be refilled daily.
