Night fell over the city, cloaking it in shadows and silence. Ryo moved methodically, dragging more zombies from the lower floors to his building. The added numbers would bolster his defenses, ensuring that his sanctuary remained secure against any potential threats. As he worked, he couldn't shake the thought of how different things were now. The zombies, once grotesque and repulsive, had become integral to his survival.
Back inside his penthouse, Ryo checked his gear with meticulous care. His bag was packed with essentials: a bottle of water, a knife, canned food, and ammunition for his MP5 and Glock. His MP5 was always within arm's reach, a comforting presence in a world where danger lurked at every corner. He was ready for any confrontation, and if it came down to it, he was prepared to fight to the end rather than surrender.
