Preparation ( R )

Ryo adjusted the Glock at his side, making sure it felt comfortable. Around him, the room was carefully organized with weapons and bullets, each item placed for quick access. Every bit of space mattered now—there was no room for clutter.

After checking his gun one last time, he focused on the next important task: supplies. Food, water, and medical items—these were essential. He quickly figured out how long his current supplies would last, thinking carefully about his options. Rationing was crucial. One mistake, and survival would become much harder.

Outside, the world had become a dangerous place, full of hidden threats in the shadows. Ryo knew not to underestimate what was out there. Being prepared wasn't just a safety measure—it was the only way to stay alive.

A sudden thought hit Ryo—how easily modern comforts could disappear. The electricity that lit his room and powered his devices could go out at any moment. The idea sent a chill through him. If the power failed, he'd be left in complete darkness, without even the simplest conveniences.

His jaw tightened. He couldn't afford to be careless. If he wanted to stay in control, he needed a lasting solution—something that wouldn't fall apart like the rest of the world. His mind turned to the sun. Solar power. If he could use its energy, he might create a future where he wasn't completely dependent on a failing system.

There was no time to waste. Survival wasn't just about fighting off dangers—it was about adapting before everything fell apart.

A new sense of urgency took hold of Ryo as he focused on his research. Solar panels, batteries, wiring—he made a mental list of what he'd need to create his own power source. His penthouse, high above the city, gave him a big advantage—lots of rooftop space under the sun. If he did this right, he could create a lifeline, a source of stability in a falling world.

But even as he planned, the constant dangers lingered in his mind. The outside world was harsh, full of hidden threats waiting for one mistake. Survival wasn't just about power—it was about defense.

He gripped a metal rod tightly as an idea formed. If he wanted real security, he'd have to build it himself. Reinforce the rooftop. Weld iron bars into a strong fortress. He wasn't just protecting supplies—he was protecting his future.

But even as he made his plans, Ryo knew there were bigger problems. Water. It was easy to forget about it until the taps stopped working. The city's systems were already falling apart—soon, clean water might not be guaranteed.

He frowned. If he didn't act now, thirst could be just as deadly as the dangers outside. He needed a plan—storage, filtration, a way to make sure he had enough water before it was too late.

Survival wasn't just about weapons. It was about thinking ahead.

With a quiet breath, he added another task to his growing list. There was no time to hesitate.

As the sun set, its fading light cast long shadows over the empty city. The world outside grew quiet, except for the distant groans of the undead.

Ryo tightened his grip on his plans, his determination growing stronger. In this harsh new world, survival wasn't for the strongest—it was for those who adapted, who refused to give up under the weight of uncertainty.

From his rooftop sanctuary, he would build a future. Not just a shelter, but a fortress. A light of hope in a world filled with darkness.

And no matter what dangers waited outside, he would survive.