Ryo woke up to the soft light of morning filtering through the windows. He stretched his limbs, his body still sore from the previous day's scavenging efforts. Rising from his bed, he made his way to the bathroom with quiet and deliberate movements.
He washed himself, the warm water a welcome relief after the physical demands of the day before. Changing into fresh clothes, the soft fabric brought a small comfort. He headed to the kitchen, his stomach rumbling softly. He decided on a simple breakfast, starting with warming up the leftover rice from last night on the electric stove. As he rummaged through his supplies, he remembered his instant noodle stock, abundant but forgotten. He began to choose which flavor would be his breakfast for today.
