Ryo stopped his scooter outside a grand mall that Sachiko had spotted during their ride. The imposing structure loomed over them, its once-vibrant facade now faded and weathered by time. Ryo knew this was the place where Sachiko could find new clothes, and perhaps they could gather more essential supplies. The mall, vast and filled with endless possibilities, promised the potential for both danger and reward.
After parking the scooter and securing it, Ryo made sure his MP5 was strapped securely to his shoulder. He then handed Sachiko a spare gun, the cold metal heavy in her hands.
"What's this for?" Sachiko asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Ryo didn't miss a beat. "You'll need it when you have to."
"But no zombies will attack us if you're here, right?" Sachiko reasoned, trying to understand.
