After breakfast, Ryo carried his chair outside, setting it down on the porch as the evening breeze drifted through the air. He opened a cold can of beer and took a long sip, feeling the familiar, satisfying buzz as the liquid hit his throat. His MP5 rested by his side, as usual—ready for anything. He scanned the area, making sure the Striders and Brutes he commanded were in position, guarding the perimeter of the house. Zombies were no longer a threat, not for him. It was the government that concerned him now. He knew they wouldn't stop until they captured him, but Ryo had no intention of letting that happen without a fight.