As Ryo continued his journey, the mysteries of the zombie and his immunity weighed heavily on his mind. The sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the landscape, and he knew he had to make haste. He drove with purpose, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his mind turning over the possibilities. The silence of the night enveloped him, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day.
Arriving back at the store, Ryo's senses were heightened, attuned to any signs of danger. The silence of the town was eerie, broken only by the soft, whispering rustle of leaves in the wind. It was as if the world held its breath, waiting for something to happen. He approached the spot where he had last seen the zombie, his eyes scanning the area for any clues, any traces of its presence.
