Untouched by the Outbreak

After breakfast, Ryo, Sakura, and Aiko cleared the table and washed the dishes, enjoying the simple tasks that brought a sense of normalcy to their lives. Once the kitchen was tidy, they gathered in the living room to discuss the day's plans.

Ryo leaned forward, his expression serious. "I need to make a supply run soon. There are a few items we can't do without it, especially if we're going to stay here for the long term."

Sakura nodded. "What do we need?"

"I've been thinking about getting a washing machine," Ryo said, glancing at Sakura and Aiko. "It'll make things a lot easier. We also need a gravity-fed water filter, additional solar water pumps for backup, and a good pair of binoculars.Medical supplies are a priority—antibiotics, painkillers, anything we can use.

Also, any food I can find, particularly non-perishables, and some more ammunition if possible. And if I come across anything else useful, I'll grab it."

Sakura frowned, worry etched on her face. "Do you have to go alone? It's dangerous out there."

Ryo nodded. ""You're right, Sakura. We can't risk anything happening to either of you. My biggest concern is your safety, and I think it's best if you both stay here where it's safer. This place is our sanctuary, and I want you to keep it secure while I'm gone."

Sakura's eyes softened with understanding, and she placed her hand gently on his arm. "We understand, Ryo. Your worry for our safety touches us, and we share the same concern for you."

"Thank you for understanding," Ryo said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Don't worry about me, I can handle myself out there. I'll be careful and come back to you safely. I appreciate your concern, but I want you to know that I'm prepared for whatever comes my way."

Ryo felt a warm sense of comfort and support from Sakura and Aiko's words. Their unwavering trust and the unbreakable bond they shared gave him the strength and resolve he needed to face any challenges that lay ahead.

They spent the next few hours preparing for the supply run. Ryo checked his gear, ensuring his MP5 was loaded and ready. He also packed extra ammunition, a first aid kit, and some basic tools. Meanwhile, Sakura and Aiko helped organize the supplies they already had, making an inventory to keep track of everything.

Once everything was ready, Ryo pulled Sakura and Aiko into a tight hug. "I'll be back before you know it. Just stay safe and keep an eye out for anything unusual."

"Just promise you'll be careful," Sakura said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I will," Ryo assured her, giving her a tight hug. "I'll be back before you know it."

Aiko hugged him next, her embrace lingering. "We'll keep things safe here. Just come back to us."

With a final nod, Ryo was ready. He loaded his backpack into the truck and took a moment to survey their fortified home. The solar panels gleamed in the morning light, and the reinforced fence stood as a silent guardian. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the journey ahead.

"Remember the drill," Ryo said as he climbed into the truck. "Keep the doors locked, stay quiet, and if anything happens, get to the safe room."

He handed each of them a Glock. "If you have to, fire at will. Don't hesitate if you're in danger."

Sakura and Aiko nodded, standing together as they watched him drive away. The truck's engine rumbled to life, and Ryo set off towards the next town, the road ahead filled with uncertainty and potential danger.

Ryo gave them one last smile before heading out. The day was clear, and the sun shone brightly, casting long shadows across the yard. He checked the perimeter one last time, ensuring no zombies had breached their defenses, then climbed into the truck and started the engine.
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After leaving the house, Ryo ensured the gate was securely locked behind him. He took one last look at their fortified home, a small fortress of safety in an otherwise chaotic world. Starting the engine of his truck, he began the journey towards the next town, his mind focused on the supplies they desperately needed.

As he drove through the desolate streets, he couldn't help but notice something different. The usual throngs of zombies that populated the roads seemed to have thinned out. The eerie silence that accompanied this absence was unsettling. Ryo's instincts were on high alert; any deviation from the norm in this world often spelled trouble.

He drove slowly, eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. The absence of zombies gnawed at him, a silent puzzle he couldn't yet solve. Was something driving them away, or had they moved to a new hunting ground? Whatever the reason, it made him uneasy.

After about thirty minutes of driving, Ryo's attention was suddenly drawn to a faint but distinct sound in the distance. It was a sound he hadn't heard in a long time—the thumping rotors of a helicopter. His eyes widened with surprise, and he immediately pulled over to the side of the road, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and caution.

He killed the engine and rolled down the window, listening intently. The sound of the helicopter was growing louder, and he could make out the distinct whirring of its blades cutting through the air. Ryo's mind raced with questions and possibilities. Were there other survivors? Was this a military operation?

The zombies in the area, sensing the unusual noise, began to stir, their dead eyes gleaming with a strange curiosity.

Ryo grabbed his MP5, his finger hovering over the trigger as he scanned the surroundings. He knew he had to be cautious; the helicopter could mean potential danger or salvation. He remained hidden inside his car, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched the zombies react to the sound.

They didn't seem interested in him; their attention was drawn to the source of the noise, their undead bodies swaying restlessly.

As the helicopter flew overhead, Ryo felt a rush of emotions. It had been so long since he had seen or heard a functioning aircraft. The sight of it stirred something within him—a reminder of the pre-outbreak world and the possibility of a future beyond mere survival. He wanted to shout out, to signal the helicopter, but he hesitated.

He couldn't risk revealing his position or his unique immunity to potential survivors. His ability to blend among the zombies was his secret weapon, and he intended to keep it that way.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. He wondered about the origin of the helicopter and the intentions of its passengers. Caution dictated that he maintain his anonymity, but the temptation to reach out was strong. Ryo understood that his immunity could make him a target for exploitation or experimentation by desperate humans or remnants of the government.

He decided to proceed with caution, mindful of the potential consequences of his extraordinary ability

With a mix of curiosity, fear, and resolve, Ryo started the engine and drove forward, his mind alert and focused. He knew that his ability to blend among the zombies was a double-edged sword, offering both protection and potential danger. He was keenly aware of the weight of his extraordinary ability and the potential consequences that came with it.

As he navigated the desolate roads, his eyes scanned the surroundings for any signs of movement or threat. He knew that his unique immunity could be a liability as much as it was an asset. He had to be cautious, to avoid drawing attention to himself or exposing his secret to the wrong people. He drove with purpose, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

Ryo's mind raced with questions and scenarios. What if someone saw him walking among the zombies, unharmed? What if he encountered other survivors who knew about his immunity? He knew that his ability could be a valuable asset to the right people, but it could also make him a target for exploitation or experimentation. He had to be vigilant, to trust no one, and to rely only on himself.

As Ryo drove, his eyes scanned the surroundings for any signs of danger or unusual activity. The presence of the helicopter had heightened his senses, and he found himself alert to even the slightest movement or sound.

He knew that his immunity and blending abilities could only protect him to a certain extent, and he didn't want to take any chances, especially with potential survivors or hostile forces in the area. The road ahead was uncertain, but Ryo was determined to navigate it with caution and resilience, doing whatever it took to ensure his survival in this post-apocalyptic world.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape. Ryo's gaze flickered to the side mirror, catching a glimpse of the zombies shuffling along in his wake. Their mindless movements served as a stark reminder of the fragile nature of his existence, their relentless advance mirroring the passing of time.

Ryo's mind raced with questions. What if the helicopter returned? What if there were other survivors in the area? He knew that his immunity could make him a target, a commodity to be exploited or experimented on. He had to be vigilant, to trust no one, and to rely only on himself and his abilities.