Untouched by the Outbreak

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the cityscape, Ryo returned to his rooftop sanctuary, his mind buzzing with the day's accomplishments. With his backpack brimming with supplies and his newfound gadgets neatly arranged, he felt a sense of pride in his ability to adapt and thrive in the face of adversity.

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Entering his makeshift abode, Ryo wasted no time in taking stock of his burgeoning stockpile. Cans of food, packets of dried goods, and bottles of water were meticulously organized, each item carefully accounted for and stored in its designated place. He took inventory of his weapons cache, ensuring that each firearm was clean, loaded, and ready for use at a moment's notice.

Satisfied with his preparations, Ryo cracked open a can of beer and settled into his makeshift living space. The cool liquid washed away the day's exertions, leaving him feeling relaxed and content. He drank deeply, savoring the bitter taste as it slid down his throat, until the cares of the world melted away and he was left with nothing but a blissful sense of numbness.

As the night wore on and the effects of the alcohol took hold, Ryo's thoughts grew hazy and disjointed. He laughed at the absurdity of his situation, marveled at the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable horror. He toasted to his own survival, to the friends and loved ones he had lost along the way, and to the uncertain future that lay ahead.

But eventually, the pull of sleep became too strong to resist. With a wistful smile, Ryo stumbled to his makeshift bed and collapsed onto the threadbare mattress. The world spun around him as he drifted into unconsciousness, the soft hum of the city below lulling him into a deep and dreamless slumber.

In the darkness of his rooftop sanctuary, surrounded by the trappings of his survival, Ryo slept soundly, his mind at peace for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

And as the night stretched on and the city lay silent beneath the starlit sky, he dreamed of a future filled with hope—a future where the horrors of the past were nothing more than distant memories, and where he could finally live free from the fear of the undead that lurked beyond his door.