After an hour, Ryo reached the mall, slowing his scooter as he approached the familiar yet ominous structure. He parked nearby, choosing a spot that would allow for a quick retreat if needed. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking note of the zombies milling about. Most were typical ones—greyish skin, some with old wounds—but none posed a real threat to him.
"I don't have much of a choice," Ryo muttered under his breath. He called to the group of zombies nearby, dragging several along as a makeshift barrier. His goal wasn't just to scavenge; he was here to uncover the mystery that had been gnawing at his mind since their last visit.
Ryo methodically prepared himself. He secured his flashlight tightly to his MP5, another to his waist, and a headlamp to keep his hands free. His backpack had an extra light attached, ready to go. He couldn't afford to be caught off-guard in the darkness of the mall again.
