Today, the snow had finally ceased, and for the first time in weeks, the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting a faint golden glow across the snow-covered landscape. The air, while still cold, had a touch of warmth to it—just enough to hint that winter was drawing to a close. Maybe another week or so, and it would be over.
Ryo stood outside on the rooftop terrace, arms folded as he gazed at the rising sun. His breath formed small clouds in the crisp air, and despite the cold, there was something peaceful about the scene. The world was still and quiet, the usual eerie groans of zombies distant today, almost as if the creatures themselves were hibernating.
Sachiko joined him outside, bundled in a thick jacket, her hands deep in her pockets. She shivered slightly as the cold wind hit her, but smiled when she saw Ryo standing there, taking in the beauty of the morning.
