The Police Station ( R )

Ryo moved like a ghost, his steps quiet on the cracked pavement. The city was empty, but never completely silent.

Wind shook loose metal. A car alarm let out a weak sound before going quiet. Somewhere, something moved.

He didn't stop. He didn't hesitate.

No one could know.

Not the government.

Not survivors.

Not the desperate people who would do anything to stay alive.

Ryo pulled his hood lower, hiding his face in the shadows. He moved between buildings, avoiding open spaces. He wasn't just another survivor—he was a secret that couldn't be discovered.

His destination was ahead—a small gun shop on the edge of town. Its old sign was barely visible in the dim light.

His best chance. His only chance.

But as he got closer, his stomach turned.

The shop was locked tight. Steel shutters covered the entrance. Bulletproof glass protected every window. It was like a fortress in the middle of the dead city.

No way in. No easy answers.

Frustration burned in his chest. He had counted on this—on finding a gun, on giving himself an advantage. But reality had other plans. Survival was never easy.

He clenched his fists. He needed a weapon.

If not here… then somewhere else.

But first, he had to decide—stay and look for another way in, or leave before someone found him.

Then, a memory came to him—distant but clear.

Not here. Somewhere else.

A place with plenty of guns. A place where bullets were lined up neatly on the walls.

The police station.

Ryo's heart raced. It was dangerous. The station was probably full of zombies, a place of death and decay.

But it was his only real chance.

Stay weak—or take the risk.

He took a deep breath, calming himself. Then, without hesitating, he moved.

Through the streets, past abandoned cars. Every shadow could hide a threat. Every corner was a choice between life and death.

He kept low, his hood pulled tight. No noise. No unnecessary attention.

The police station appeared in the distance. Dark. Silent. Waiting.

Ryo swallowed hard. This was it.

Would he find what he needed inside?

As he got closer, his heart raced.

There was movement inside. Not just shadows—something alive.

A faint, flickering light cut through the darkness.

He breathed slowly, gripping his makeshift weapon tighter. This wasn't just about zombies anymore. If someone was here, it meant competition. It meant danger.

Or worse… it could be a trap.

Taking a deep breath, Ryo stepped into the open. Slow. Careful. Silent.

The closer he got, the thicker the air felt—a mix of decay, sweat, and dried blood. The faint sound of shuffling. Groaning. The wet sound of something moving unnaturally.

Then, he saw them.

Former police officers, still wearing their torn uniforms, now turned into mindless zombies. Their hands, which once held authority, twitched strangely.

Some still had their guns in their holsters. Some dragged batons, scraping them along the floor in eerie, aimless motions.

Ryo's breath caught.

Weapons. Ammunition. Right in front of him.

But could he take them without being attacked?

Ryo's breathing was steady—controlled—but his hands shook as he moved closer.

The zombie officer stood still, its empty eyes staring at nothing. A dark stain of dried blood covered its uniform. The holstered gun was so close Ryo could feel his heart pounding.

One mistake. One wrong move. And it could all go wrong.

Gritting his teeth, he reached for the gun. His fingers touched cold metal.

Then—

The zombie twitched.

Ryo froze.

Its jaw moved, its lips parting in a strange, almost human way. But it didn't turn toward him. It didn't react at all.

With one quick pull, he took the gun.

Heavy. Reliable. The weight felt solid in his hands—a lifeline in a world of uncertainty.

Still… no reaction.

The other zombies kept shuffling, ignoring him, their hunger focused on something—someone—alive.

He tightened his grip on the gun and stepped back, tucking it into his belt.

With the gun safely at his side, Ryo looked at the dark entrance of the police station. The heavy doors were slightly open, a crack of darkness spilling out like a wound.

Inside, secrets were hidden under bloodstained floors and broken glass—answers he hadn't even thought to look for.

He took a step forward.

The air grew colder, filled with the smell of gunpowder, sweat, and death.

His instincts screamed at him to turn back. This was a mistake.

But Ryo had learned long ago that fear was a luxury he couldn't afford.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the doors open and stepped inside.

The darkness swallowed him whole.

His journey was far from over.

( End Of Chapter )