Chapter 101: Chapter 101: A New Venture

Ryo woke up in the morning and did his usual routine. He was comfortable in his daily habits, finding solace in the familiarity of his tasks. His supplies were more than sufficient for him alone to finish; he was certain his stockpile of rice, canned food, dried food, coffee, ramen, and more would last him years.

He also had an ample supply of bottled water, enough to see him through even if the water tank ran dry while waiting for rain.

After a quick breakfast, Ryo decided to venture out. He planned to bring a gallon of fuel and head downstairs to his scooter. Before leaving, he donned his hoodie and strapped his MP5 across his shoulder. A Glock sat securely at his waist, and his backpack was ready with ammunition, a bottle of water, canned food, a portable gas stove, gas can, and ramen.

He knew he didn't need to bring much food; scavenging from stores was always an option. The stockpiles in the abandoned shops remained untouched, a testament to the fact that no one dared to walk among the zombies.

Ryo noticed that the zombies were healing and becoming faster and more agile. Despite their increasing strength, he felt no fear. The zombies were his allies and protectors, forming a barrier between him and any potential threats. Confident in his unique immunity, Ryo decided it was time to find a new house and set it up from scratch.

He descended the stairs, the eerie silence of the building broken only by his footsteps. The zombies outside seemed to sense his presence but remained docile, their dark eyes following his movements. Ryo walked among them with ease, making his way to his scooter. He filled the tank with fuel and started the engine, the sound echoing in the desolate street. Sёarᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

As he rode through the empty city, Ryo scanned the surroundings for a suitable new home. He wanted a place that was both secure and easily defensible. The thought of starting fresh excited him, a new challenge to keep him occupied. He passed by abandoned shops and buildings, all of them potential sites for his new base.

After a while, Ryo spotted a single-story house near a small stream that seemed promising. The stream provided a natural source of water, a valuable resource in this desolate world. The house was located near a convenience store and a pharmacy, both of which would be useful for resupplying. The house appeared intact, with no signs of structural damage.

He parked his scooter and approached cautiously, aware of the zombies milling around. They parted for him, allowing him to pass without incident.

Ryo entered the house and began his inspection. The living room was spacious, and the kitchen was well-equipped. The bedrooms were cozy, and the windows provided a clear view of the surrounding area. Outside, there was a water tank, full and ready for use. Satisfied with his choice, Ryo knew he had found his new home.

But Ryo understood that securing the house was just the beginning. He needed to fortify it and surround it with zombies to ensure his safety. He started with the basics, checking the windows and doors, making sure they were sturdy. He planned to reinforce them with whatever materials he could scavenge from the nearby buildings.

Ryo decided to move his supplies gradually, taking only what he needed for the day and returning to his penthouse for the rest. This way, he could monitor both locations until his new home was fully prepared. Each trip, he brought more essentials: food, water, ammunition, and tools. The process was slow but methodical, ensuring nothing was left behind.

As he worked, Ryo contemplated the long-term potential of his new house. He envisioned it not just as a backup shelter but as a second base of operations, complementing his penthouse. To make this vision a reality, he needed to enhance the house with sustainable resources and modern conveniences.

Ryo began making a mental list of the additional supplies he would need. High on the list were solar panels and a solar battery bank to ensure a steady supply of electricity. He knew of several hardware stores and solar supply shops that might still have what he needed.

With power, he could also consider installing a water purification system and a solar water pump, ensuring a reliable and clean water source from the nearby stream.

The next morning, Ryo set out on his scooter, heading towards the industrial part of the city. The ride was uneventful, the zombies parting way as usual. He reached the first hardware store, its windows smashed but the interior largely untouched. He carefully entered, his MP5 at the ready, just in case.

Inside, he found a treasure trove of useful items. He quickly located a set of solar panels and several battery banks. The store also had a variety of tools, cables, and brackets needed for installation. Ryo loaded as much as he could onto his scooter and made a mental note to return for the rest later.

Back at the new house, Ryo started with the solar panels. He spent the next few days meticulously installing them on the roof, ensuring they were securely fastened and angled correctly to catch the maximum amount of sunlight. The battery bank was set up inside, along with an inverter to convert the stored solar energy into usable electricity.

With power now available, Ryo turned his attention to the water system. He returned to the hardware store, retrieving a water purification unit and a solar-powered water pump. He set up the purification unit inside the house and connected it to the water tank outside. The solar pump was installed at the stream, with pipes running back to the tank, ensuring a steady supply of clean water.

As the days passed, Ryo made steady progress. He fortified the house further, using materials scavenged from nearby buildings. Each day, he moved more supplies from his penthouse to the new house, ensuring both locations were well-stocked. The process was time-consuming, but Ryo knew it was worth the effort.

One evening, as he was finishing up for the day, Ryo sat on the roof of his new home, looking out over the city. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The sound of the nearby stream was soothing, and the soft hum of the newly installed solar system added a sense of normalcy to his otherwise chaotic life.

He smiled as he observed more zombies milling around the perimeter, having dragged more to his new base throughout the day. More zombies meant more protection, ensuring that no one would dare come near.

Ryo felt a rare moment of peace. He had created a secure and self-sufficient home in a world that had lost its way. His penthouse remained his primary base, but this new house offered a second line of defense, a place where he could retreat if needed.

With the new base established, Ryo knew he could focus on other tasks. He planned to continue scavenging, ensuring he always had more than enough supplies. He thought about getting supplies for his new base from nearby stores, considering the logistics of transporting large amounts of rice bags, dried food, and other essentials from around the town.

He also knew he needed a new transport vehicle capable of carrying these large loads efficiently. For now, he allowed himself to rest, knowing that he had taken another step towards securing his future in this post-apocalyptic world. Ryo no longer cared about finding other survivors; his sole focus was on his own survival and the fortified sanctuaries he had built. Discover stories at m,v l'-NovelFire.net

While on the other side,Dr. Sachiko paced nervously in her lab, her mind racing with the weight of her impending deadline. The pressure from the high-ranking officials had intensified, and she knew she had only a few days left to prove her worth or face expulsion from the last stronghold. The tension was palpable, and she could feel the gravity of her situation weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Her lab was filled with the hum of equipment and the faint scent of chemicals. She had been working around the clock, analyzing every possible avenue for a viable cure or vaccine. Despite her tireless efforts, the progress had been slow. The limited resources and the complexity of the virus made her task nearly insurmountable.

In the sterile, dimly lit lab, Dr. Sachiko reviewed her data with a furrowed brow. The prototype vaccines she had tested so far had only provided temporary immunity, not a lasting solution. She was running out of options and time. Her mind often wandered to the ultimatum given by the Prime Minister: deliver results or be removed from the stronghold.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the lab door. The General and his special forces entered, their expressions stern. Dr. Sachiko straightened her posture, her anxiety palpable as she faced them.

The General wasted no time. "Dr. Sachiko, we need an update. The Prime Minister is growing increasingly impatient. Have you made any progress on the cure or vaccine?"

Sachiko took a deep breath before responding. "I'm working on it, General. We're running extensive tests, but so far, we haven't achieved the breakthrough we need. The virus's mutation is unpredictable, and our resources are limited. It's a challenge."

The General's eyes narrowed. "We've been patient, but we need tangible results now. The Prime Minister's frustration is mounting, and there's talk of removing you from this facility if you don't deliver soon. The consequences of failure are severe."

Sachiko's heart sank. She knew the gravity of their threats. Without the safety of the stronghold, her chances of survival in the outside world would be slim. She had to find a way to produce results or risk being left to fend for herself in a world overrun by zombies.

"Please," Sachiko said, trying to maintain her composure, "give me more time. I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. If you can provide any additional resources or support, it could make a significant difference."

The General and his team exchanged glances. "We'll consider it," the General said curtly. "But remember, time is not on your side. You have until the end of the week to show substantial progress or provide a viable plan. We're not in a position to be lenient."

As they left, Sachiko was left alone with her thoughts. The lab, once a place of hope, now felt like a prison. She knew that if she couldn't deliver, her fate would be sealed. The thought of being cast out into the chaotic, zombie-infested world was terrifying.

Determined, Sachiko returned to her work, focusing on her experiments and research. The clock was ticking, and every moment counted. She had to find a way to produce a viable solution or risk losing everything.