Untouched by the Outbreak

As the mist slowly dissipated, Ryo stood in the now-quiet street, his gun still raised, his eyes scanning the area for any lingering threats. The silence that followed the horde's passing was almost deafening, the absence of their relentless groans and shuffling filling the air with an eerie calm.

Ryo lowered his gun, his heart still pounding in his chest. He took a moment to gather himself, his mind racing with thoughts. "What the hell was that?" he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of fear and fascination. "A new breed of zombie? A mutation?"

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. "If those things become common, my immunity will be even more crucial." He knew that his immunity was his greatest asset, not only because he couldn't be infected, but also because zombies wouldn't attack him. This unique advantage had allowed him to survive where others had perished.

Ryo's thoughts turned inward, his gaze hardening. "I can't rely on anyone else," he whispered, his voice steady. "I'm on my own, and that's the way I prefer it. Humans are selfish, unpredictable, and often dangerous. I'll stick with the zombies—they're the true friends in this world."

Ryo's gaze fell upon the pendant he had found, the one with the girl's picture. He wondered about her story, about the life she had lived before the world fell apart. But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside, his resolve strengthening.

"I don't need anyone else," he whispered, his voice firm. "I have my immunity, and that's all I need. I'll stick with the zombies—they won't betray me, and they won't try to take advantage." He knew that his immunity set him apart, and he was determined to use it to his advantage.

He began to make a list—more traps, better fortifications, and alternative food sources. He knew that his base needed to be even more secure, that his survival depended on his own vigilance and self-reliance.

Ryo ventured into the town, his eyes sharp and alert as he scanned the abandoned streets for any signs of a working scooter. He knew that finding a functional scooter would enhance his mobility and agility in this post-apocalyptic world. His backpack was filled with tools, a portable tire pump, and extra fuel, ready to test any scooters he encountered.

As he wandered through the deserted streets, his gaze fell upon a half-broken scooter, its frame battered and worn. He knelt beside it, his fingers tracing the cracked handlebars. "Let's see if I can bring you back to life," he murmured, his voice quiet but hopeful.

He inspected the scooter, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the damage. The tires were deflated, the battery long depleted, and the frame was scratched and dented. "You've been through some tough times," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of sympathy.

Ryo set to work, his movements efficient and practiced. He inflated the tires, the soft hiss of air filling the quiet street. He replaced the battery, the scooter coming to life with a soft hum. He tightened screws, adjusted the brakes, and wiped away dust and debris.

With the scooter running, Ryo took it for a test drive, his eyes narrowing as he assessed its performance. The scooter moved smoothly, its engine purring softly. He navigated through the streets, testing its agility and maneuverability.

As he rode, his backpack felt lighter, the weight of his supplies and tools no longer a burden. He pictured himself zipping through town, the wind in his hair, the sun on his face. The scooter offered a sense of freedom and speed, a welcome change from the solitude of walking.

Ryo's thoughts turned to the dried foods and canned goods he had been collecting—dried fruits, vegetables, and mushrooms. He knew that these would be valuable additions to his stockpile, providing essential nutrients and variety to his diet. He imagined the flavors and textures, a welcome break from the monotony of canned food.

He continued his scavenging journey, his eyes sharp for any signs of movement or danger. The zombies roamed the town, their presence a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. But Ryo's focus remained steadfast, his determination unwavering.

As Ryo navigated the town on his newly revived scooter, he stumbled upon a small, hidden alleyway he hadn't noticed before. It was filled with the remains of what looked like a hastily abandoned market. Stalls were overturned, and goods were scattered all over the ground.

His eyes lit up at the sight of potential supplies. Carefully maneuvering the scooter, he parked it at the alley's entrance and ventured in on foot. He rummaged through the debris, finding canned goods, dried herbs, and even a few packets of seeds.

Ryo smiled as he added the finds to his backpack. The seeds, in particular, caught his interest. "I can try starting a small garden," he thought. "It could be a sustainable food source."

As Ryo navigated the town on his newly revived scooter, he stumbled upon a small, hidden alleyway he hadn't noticed before. It was filled with the remains of what looked like a hastily abandoned market. Stalls were overturned, and goods were scattered all over the ground.

His eyes lit up at the sight of potential supplies. Carefully maneuvering the scooter, he parked it at the alley's entrance and ventured in on foot. He rummaged through the debris, finding canned goods, dried herbs, and even a few packets of seeds.

Ryo smiled as he added the finds to his backpack. The seeds, in particular, caught his interest. "I can try starting a small garden," he thought. "It could be a sustainable food source."

As he turned to leave, he heard a faint sound. He froze, listening intently. It was a low, guttural moan—too familiar to ignore. Zombies were nearby. But unlike others, Ryo didn't need to worry. He walked calmly back to his scooter, the zombies paying him no heed.

"Follow," he commanded softly. The zombies turned towards him, their dead eyes following his every move. He led them out of the alley and away from his precious finds, ensuring they wouldn't alert others to the stash he had just discovered.

Back at his penthouse, Ryo unloaded his new supplies. He carefully stored the canned goods and dried foods, and set aside a corner of his living area for the seeds. He made plans to find soil and containers to start his mini-garden.

As night fell, he sat by his couch, the pendant with the girl's picture resting in his hand. He gazed at her face, his thoughts drifting. The day's events had been a mix of excitement and danger, but they also brought a sense of purpose.

"I've got a scooter now," he said aloud, as if speaking to the girl in the picture. "I'm faster, more agile. I found some good supplies too. Things are looking up."
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Despite the loneliness, Ryo felt a glimmer of hope. His solitary alliance was growing stronger, his base more secure. Each day was a step towards not just surviving, but thriving in this harsh new world.

Ryo knew that while he was safe from the zombies, the real threat came from the humans who might discover his secret. The new mutants made the streets deadly for any normal human, and he couldn't afford to let anyone close. His immunity was his shield, but it also isolated him.

Ryo knew that while he was safe from the zombies, the real threat came from the humans who might discover his secret. The new mutants made the streets deadly for any normal human, and he couldn't afford to let anyone close. His immunity was his shield, but it also isolated him.

He sighed heavily and reached for a bottle of wine he had scavenged earlier. The rich, deep red of the wine caught the firelight as he twisted off the cap. Pouring a generous amount into a glass, he took a long, satisfying sip, letting the warmth of the alcohol settle in. The taste was a rare comfort in this harsh world, a small indulgence that momentarily eased the weight of his solitude.

As he sat, the wine beginning to mellow his thoughts, Ryo stared out at the cityscape. The night was quiet, the only sound of the soft shuffling of the zombies patrolling his house. In this small, fortified sanctuary, he found a fleeting sense of peace, even as he remained acutely aware of the isolation his immunity had brought him.

The zombies roamed inside and outside his house, a living barrier against any government forces or group of survivor that might try to capture him. He had dragged them inside for his protection, knowing their presence would deter any would-be intruders.Ryo was determined to avoid capture at all costs; the thought of being seized and potentially exposed was too great a risk.

His immunity was a precious asset, and he couldn't afford to let anyone learn of it.

And with that thought, he allowed himself to rest, knowing that tomorrow would bring new challenges and new opportunities.