Untouched by the Outbreak

Night had descended, shrouding the barren landscape in darkness. Ryo, having finished his meager meal and tidied up the area, felt the weight of fatigue settle on his shoulders. He lay down on the shop floor, his eyes scanning the nearby zombies as he lit a cigarette. He inhaled, the smoke curling around him in the faint light.

As he exhaled, he noticed the zombies had unwittingly formed a protective circle around him, their mindless shuffling creating an unintended barrier against potential dangers. Ryo's eyes narrowed in comprehension—the zombies, in their own peculiar way, were safeguarding him from harm.

"You guys are something, aren't you?" he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I guess there's truth to the saying—safety in numbers." He took another drag, his gaze softening as he regarded the undead creatures with a hint of affection.

You're quite the odd bunch," he mused, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "They say there's safety in numbers, and I guess you're proof of that." His gaze softened as he took another drag, his eyes roaming over the undead creatures with a hint of fondness. "But I can't stay holed up here forever."

Ryo checked his belongings, ensuring everything was in order and easily accessible. His gun was within reach, loaded and ready should any threat present itself. "I've got to keep moving, stay one step ahead," he muttered, his voice determined. "But for now, I'll rest here, protected by the zombies." Continue your saga on m|v-l'e m,p| y- r

The zombies, unaware of their role in his safety, continued their mindless meandering, their groans and shuffling footsteps providing a strange sense of comfort in the darkness that enveloped the shop.

Ryo paused, his eyes closed as he pondered his next steps. "I need to keep moving, find a place where I can be truly alone, away from other survivors and the hassle of building a new base." He sighed, the weight of his solitude settling heavily on his shoulders. "I'll rest here for the night, and come morning, I'll be off."

The zombies, indifferent to his plans, continued their mindless wanderings, their moans and shuffling footsteps echoing in the confined space. Ryo's gaze drifted to the darkened corners of the shop, his mind already strategizing his departure, ensuring he left no trace of his presence behind."

Ryo addressed the zombies, knowing they couldn't comprehend his words but feeling compelled to voice his thoughts anyway. "Hey, you guys, I need you to protect my area while I sleep. I don't want any surprises when I wake up." He gestured to the surrounding area, his voice carrying a mix of seriousness and humor. "Call your buddies, too. The more, the merrier."

The zombies, indifferent to his request, continued their mindless meandering, their moans and shuffling footsteps filling the shop. Ryo's gaze shifted to the darkened corners of the room, his mind strategizing his escape route should any threat arise. "I'll be leaving at dawn," he added, his voice soft but resolute. "But until then, I'd appreciate the company."

Ryo settled down, his gun within easy reach, his eyes remaining alert even as he prepared to rest. He knew that sleep was essential, but he refused to let down his guard, especially in a world where capture meant becoming a lab rat for inhumane experiments.

Ryo took his last drag from the cigarette and stubbed it out, the embers glowing momentarily before fading. He lay down, his body exhausted, his mind still turning over his solitary existence. Despite his unique immunity, he couldn't shake the feeling of isolation. He was a king in a world gone mad, a ruler without a kingdom.

Ryo closed his eyes, his body surrendering to sleep even as his mind remained vigilant, ever alert for potential threats in the night.The darkness enveloped him, and he slowly drifted off, his dreams filled with images of a world before the apocalypse, a world where he wasn't so alone."

In the depths of the night, Ryo suddenly jolted awake to the sound of a menacing growl. His eyes darted around, adjusting to the darkness, and he spotted a horde of creeper zombies climbing the walls. "Good," he muttered, his voice gruff with sleep. "Make sure you protect me if any humans come looking for trouble."

The zombies, with their eerie growls and unwavering determination, continued their ascent, their numbers growing as they swarmed the walls. Ryo, confident in their ability to deter any human threats, settled back down, his gun within easy reach. "Keep me safe," he murmured, his voice carrying a mix of command and exhaustion. "That's all I ask."

With that, Ryo closed his eyes, his body relaxing as he slipped back into a fitful sleep, the growls of the creeper zombies providing an unusual lullaby.

The last remaining government base,Dr. Sachiko received an urgent summons to the conference room, where the prime minister himself requested her presence. Upon entering, she found the room filled with familiar faces—her colleagues, the general, and other key personnel.

The prime minister gestured for her to take a seat, his expression grave. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, laden with the weight of critical decisions that needed to be made.Dr. Sachiko took a seat, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the grave expressions of her colleagues. She knew that the fate of humanity rested on the choices they made in that room

Dr. Sachiko, sensing the mounting tension, shifted the focus. "Prime Minister, I'd like to provide an update on the vaccine research," she said, her voice steady. "However, we're facing challenges due to limited resources."

The prime minister, his eyes narrowed, turned to the general. "What about our soldiers? Can they reclaim crucial locations like oil reserves and airports?"

The general's expression grew grim. "Sir, the challenge lies with the new mutations. The XX10, is bulkier, stronger, and faster. It can throw a car with ease. Then there's the XX17,agile, muscular, and swift. And at night, we face the XX25, They're faster in the dark, and even our special forces struggle against them."

The prime minister's anger escalated, his voice rising. "What about our target? Where the hell is he?"

The prime minister's anger was palpable, his voice thick with frustration. "We need to find that son of a bitch with the immunity! His blood is our ticket out of this godforsaken mess! Why is he so damn hard to find?!"

The general, his voice weary, acknowledged the deployment of additional drones. "Sir, we've sent more drones to broaden our search. With the extra eyes in the sky, we stand a better chance of finding our target."

The prime minister, his eyes narrowed, leaned forward. "And when you find him, I want your best forces deployed to capture him. I want that bastard brought to me alive!"

Dr. Sachiko, her expression troubled, spoke up. "Alive, Prime Minister? Are you certain? He could posibly be a carrier of dangerous pathogens."

The prime minister's face hardened, his voice cold. "I don't give a damn about the risks. I want him alive so we can study him, pick his brain, and extract every last drop of his blood if we have to. He's our key to a cure, and I won't let him slip through our fingers again."

The general nodded, his expression resolute. "We'll capture him, sir. Our forces will be ready and waiting."

The prime minister's face hardened, his eyes steely. "Then we double down on our efforts. We need that bastard's blood. It's our only hope for a cure. I won't let this world be consumed by the undead!"