The sun was setting as Ryo finally reached the outskirts of the town, casting long shadows over the abandoned buildings and streets. The eerie quiet was only disturbed by the occasional groan or shuffle from the zombies roaming aimlessly. He cut the engine of his scooter, letting the silence settle in around him as he observed the undead moving through the streets.
He scanned the area, his eyes narrowing as he studied the zombies. Most were just the usual—grey skin, black eyes, but physically intact. They moved with an unsettling stability, unlike the older, decayed versions from the beginning of the outbreak. Ryo had noticed that the zombies in his territory had changed over time. They were healing, their bodies regenerating in strange ways. But now, he had something else in mind.
This wasn't just about survival or controlling them for protection anymore. This was about experimenting, pushing boundaries. And for that, he needed the right subject.
