Untouched by the Outbreak

As Ryo drove the van through the deserted streets, he felt a sense of urgency that propelled him forward. The weight of the fuel gallons in the back was a tangible reminder of the precious cargo he carried, fuel that would ensure their survival in the days to come.

Navigating through the eerie silence of the zombie-infested town, he finally arrived at his building, pulling the van into a concealed spot nearby.

With a deep breath, Ryo began the laborious task of unloading the fuel gallons. One by one, he hoisted the heavy containers, carrying them up the stairs to his apartment. The exertion was immense, but the knowledge that each gallon represented another day of safety and preparation kept him moving.

His muscles burned and his breath came in ragged gasps, but he pressed on, determined to see the task through.

After what felt like an eternity, the last of the fuel gallons was safely stashed outside his apartment. Ryo wiped the sweat from his brow and allowed himself a moment to catch his breath before stepping inside. As he opened the door, he was greeted by the warm, welcoming presence of Sakura. She threw her arms around him, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

"Are you okay?" Sakura asked, her eyes filled with concern.

Ryo smiled, nodding as he pulled her close. "I'm fine. Just tired. How are you holding up?"

She smiled back, her eyes sparkling with relief. "I'm good, now that you're back."

They stood there for a moment, savoring the comfort of each other's presence before Ryo suggested they take a shower to wash away the grime of the day. Sakura agreed, and they made their way to the bathroom. The small space filled with steam as the hot water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the dirt and fatigue.

In the shower, their closeness took on a new level of intimacy. Ryo gently washed Sakura's hair, his fingers working through the tangles with care. She leaned into him, her back against his chest, as the water rinsed away the soap. They moved slowly, savoring the sensation of being together, the warmth of the water mingling with the warmth of their skin.

After they stepped out of the shower, Sakura wrapped herself in a towel and began preparing dinner. Ryo, meanwhile, set to work maintaining his weapons. He disassembled and cleaned his gun with meticulous care, ensuring it was in perfect working order. He also checked the gun he had given to Sakura, making sure it was ready for any emergency.

As the aroma of dinner filled the apartment, Ryo felt a sense of contentment settle over him. They sat down to eat, the meal a welcome respite from the hardships of the day. Sakura had prepared a simple but delicious meal, and they chatted happily as they ate, sharing stories and laughter.

"I'm glad you're back safe," Sakura said, her eyes meeting Ryo's with a look of gratitude.

Ryo nodded, reaching across the table to take her hand. "Me too. We need to make sure we have everything we need to stay safe."

As they talked, Ryo couldn't help but think about their future. The apartment was small, and while it had served them well so far, he knew they would eventually need more space. They needed a place that was more secure, somewhere they could fortify against the growing threat of the zombies.

"We should start thinking about finding a bigger place," Ryo said, voicing his thoughts aloud. "Somewhere we can really fortify and make safe."

Sakura looked thoughtful, nodding slowly. "You're right. This place is good for now, but we need to plan for the future."

They continued to discuss their plans, brainstorming ideas for how they could improve their living situation. Ryo talked about finding a place with a larger perimeter they could defend, maybe even setting up some kind of perimeter alarm system to warn them of approaching zombies.

As the evening wore on, they felt a renewed sense of purpose. They knew the road ahead would be difficult, but together, they felt ready to face whatever challenges came their way.

After dinner, Ryo cleaned up the dishes while Sakura prepared a list of supplies they would need for their new home. They discussed what kind of building would be ideal—something sturdy, with multiple escape routes and good visibility. A warehouse or an old factory seemed like the best options, as they would provide ample space and could be easily fortified.

With their plans laid out, Ryo felt a sense of excitement mixed with determination. They were no longer just surviving; they were planning for a future. It was a small, but significant shift in their mindset, and it gave him hope that they could build something lasting amidst the chaos.

Before they turned in for the night, Ryo double-checked that all their supplies were secure and their weapons were within easy reach. He then lay down beside Sakura, pulling her close as they settled into bed. The weight of the day's events seemed to melt away as he held her, the warmth of her body against his a comforting reminder that they were not alone in this fight.

"We'll find a new place soon," Ryo whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination. "Somewhere safe."

Sakura nodded, snuggling closer. "I believe you. We'll make it through this together."

With those words, they drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with visions of a future where they could live in safety and peace. And as the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows, Ryo felt a renewed sense of hope. They had a plan, they had each other, and together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.