Untouched by the Outbreak

Ryo glanced around, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement. It didn't take long for him to spot them—the zombies, their gaunt figures shuffling slowly down the street. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched them, the fear threatening to overwhelm him. But he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Taking a shaky breath, Ryo stripped off his jacket and gloves, leaving them in a heap on the ground beside him. He wanted to be sure that the zombies would still ignore him, even if he wore no protective clothing. With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his bare chest to the cool air.

"Here goes nothing," he whispered to himself, his voice steady despite his nerves.

With a deep breath, Ryo continued to undress, removing his pants and shoes until he was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and slippers. He felt exposed, vulnerable in his bare skin. But he had to be certain, to test the limits of his immunity.

With a determined step, Ryo began to walk down the street, his bare feet padding softly on the pavement. He moved straight towards the approaching horde of zombies, his heart hammering in his chest. He fought to keep his breathing steady, to quell the rising panic that threatened to consume him.

As he drew closer to the zombies, Ryo could feel their eyes on him, their gaze cold and unfeeling. But they made no move to attack, no growls or snarls escaped their rotting mouths. They simply continued on their way, as if he were invisible to them.

Relief flooded through Ryo, but he needed to be sure. He quickened his pace, moving closer to the zombies, daring to step among them. He felt their cold, decaying bodies brush against his skin, but still, they showed no reaction.

With a surge of boldness, Ryo reached out and touched one of the zombies, his hand trembling as it made contact with the rough, decaying flesh. But the zombie didn't react, didn't even seem to notice his touch. It was as if he were a ghost, unseen and untouched by their relentless hunger.

Satisfied with his experiment, Ryo turned and began to make his way back to his apartment, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time. He couldn't help but smile, the weight of uncertainty lifting from his shoulders. He had proven his immunity, and now he felt empowered, ready to face the world with a newfound sense of purpose.

Back in the safety of his apartment, Ryo sank onto the couch, his mind buzzing with possibilities. He had been given a gift—a chance to survive, to thrive even, in a world overrun by the undead. And he intended to make the most of it, to use his immunity to his advantage.

As he poured himself a glass of water and settled back against the cushions, Ryo felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew the road ahead would be difficult, filled with danger and uncertainty. But he was ready to face it head-on, armed with the knowledge of his immunity and the determination to protect those who couldn't share his gift.

With a steady hand, Ryo closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax, his mind drifting to the possibilities that lay ahead. He knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, new obstacles to overcome. But for now, in this moment, he allowed himself a respite, a chance to savor the victory of his newfound immunity in a world consumed by chaos and despair.

The sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the room, a reminder that time was passing, and with it, his resolve strengthened. He knew that each day would bring new tests, new threats to face. But armed with the knowledge of his immunity, he felt ready to confront whatever horrors awaited him beyond the safety of his apartment walls.