Several days had passed since Ryo had handed Ken the gun, and since then, Ken's life had taken on a strange sense of routine and security. He had added another female zombie to his harem after carefully cleaning her in the stream, bringing her into his fold with the same ritual he had for the others. Now loyal and obedient, she followed him with the same quiet devotion, her lifeless gaze fixated on him, an unusual kind of companionship Ken had grown to accept.
The small solar setup was functioning well, with enough energy to power his essential devices—a mini-fridge, a rice cooker, and an electric stove. It wasn't much, but it was more than he'd expected to have in this world. He felt fortunate, especially with Ryo's help. Ryo had come by with his truck, hauling tools and supplies, and together they'd reinforced the windows with metal grilles and iron plating, creating a sturdy defense against the unpredictable dangers of the town.
