As the mist slowly dissipated, Ryo stood in the now-quiet street, his gun still raised, his eyes scanning the area for any lingering threats. The silence that followed the horde's passing was almost deafening, the absence of their relentless groans and shuffling filling the air with an eerie calm.
Ryo lowered his gun, his heart still pounding in his chest. He took a moment to gather himself, his mind racing with thoughts. "What the hell was that?" he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of fear and fascination. "A new breed of zombie? A mutation?"
He shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. "If those things become common, my immunity will be even more crucial." He knew that his immunity was his greatest asset, not only because he couldn't be infected, but also because zombies wouldn't attack him. This unique advantage had allowed him to survive where others had perished.
