Ryo awoke to the soft morning light filtering through the windows of the shop. He stretched his limbs, his body stiff from a night spent on the hard floor. He washed his face with bottled water, the cool liquid refreshing his tired skin. After ensuring his guns were in working order, he prepared a simple breakfast of canned food, the familiar taste bringing back memories of home.
As he ate, his thoughts drifted to his old home—a penthouse room atop an apartment building. It was his sanctuary before the zombie outbreak, a time when Sakura was but a distant stranger. It was also where he had left behind a stash of supplies, a backup plan in case their new base fell.
