The Unexpected Revelation ( R )

Finally, Ryo picked up his empty backpack.

He would fill it with anything useful—food, water, supplies. This backpack was his lifeline.

He looked around his apartment one last time. Everything was ready. There were no second chances.

He took a deep breath.

His hands tightened around the bat.

It was time to go.

Ryo moved to the door, his heart pounding. The silence felt heavy and suffocating.

With one last deep breath, he turned the doorknob and stepped into the hallway.

The air felt thick. The usual sounds of life—voices, footsteps, TVs—were gone.

Only silence remained.

He walked carefully, each step slow and quiet. The old stairs creaked under his weight, and he froze, listening.

No movement.

Keep going.

When he reached the ground floor, he stopped at the door.

Outside, the street was empty and still.

No people. No movement.

Just the cold wind blowing through a dead world.

Ryo gripped the bat tightly.

He pushed the door open.

The cold air hit his face like a slap. His breath turned to fog.

Every muscle in his body tensed.

The fight for survival had begun.

Ryo moved slowly down the street, his body tense like a coiled spring. His eyes darted to every shadow and rooftop, looking for danger.

Then—he saw them.

A group of zombies, shuffling down the road. Their empty, black eyes looked aimless but somehow aware.

His breath caught.

Then, one of them turned.

And another.

Their heads snapped toward him.

Fear shot through his body.

They were coming.

Ryo turned and ran.

The world blurred as his feet hit the pavement. He had to run faster. But the sounds behind him—the low, guttural moans—got louder and closer.

Then—

His foot caught on something.

He fell hard onto the ground.

Pain shot through his leg as he hit the pavement.

He gasped for air.

The zombies were close.

He could hear them. The dragging of their rotting limbs. Their wet, raspy breaths.

Ryo tried to get up, but his leg hurt too much. Move. Move!

The sound of shuffling feet grew louder.

Their moans turned into hungry growls.

He closed his eyes.

This was it.

The end.

But—nothing happened.

Ryo held his breath.

Slowly, carefully, he opened his eyes.

The zombies were still there, walking past him. Their empty black eyes looked at him but didn't seem to notice him. None of them attacked. None of them even turned toward him.

They ignored him.

He stayed frozen, his body stiff with shock. His heart pounded as he watched the zombies move around him, as if he were invisible.

It didn't make sense.

He should be dead.

He should have been torn apart.

The last of the zombies moved away, disappearing into the distance. The street was quiet again.

Ryo slowly stood up, his leg hurting and his mind racing. He turned and stared at the empty road, half expecting the zombies to come back.

But they were gone.

He let out a shaky breath. His hands were trembling.

What just happened?

He should be panicking. He should be relieved. But all he felt was unease.

Something was wrong.

And whatever it was, it was inside him.

Limping slightly, Ryo turned back toward his apartment.

He needed to get off the streets. He needed time to think.

Because this?

This changed everything.

Back in the safety of his apartment, Ryo sat on the couch, his mind full of confusion.

His hands were still shaking.

He kept thinking about what had happened—the zombies walking past him, their empty eyes looking at him but not seeing him. They didn't attack. They didn't even seem to notice him. It was like he wasn't human.

A cold feeling ran down his spine.

It didn't make sense.

He held his head, breathing quickly. Why? Why hadn't they attacked him?

He should be dead. By all logic, he should be dead.

And yet…

Ryo took a deep breath, pressing his fingers against his temples. No bites. No scratches. No sign of infection.

His heart was still beating.

He was alive.

And—somehow—he was different.

This realization was both a relief and a scary mystery. The world outside was a nightmare, but in the middle of all the chaos, he had been given something unnatural.

Something impossible.

He clenched his fists.

He couldn't waste this.

His immunity—whatever it was—was his only advantage. He needed to use it.

Survival wasn't just about hiding anymore. It was about moving, gathering supplies, and finding answers. And, if possible… understanding what he had become.

The world outside had changed.

And so had he.

Ryo wasn't just going to survive—he was going to take control.

Feeling determined, he stood up and started planning.

The unknown was waiting, but this time?

He was ready.

( End Of Chapter )