Untouched by the Outbreak

Ryo stood on the porch of the large house that served as their main base, his arms crossed as he watched Sayako move effortlessly through the open yard. The morning sun bathed the area in a pale light, reflecting off her smooth, pale skin. Around her, a group of Strider zombies lunged and darted, their grotesque, agile forms attempting to pin her down.

Sayako, however, was untouchable.

Her movements were a blur, faster than any of the Striders could manage. She dodged with precision, twisting her body just enough to evade their claws, her long, smooth hair flowing like a shadow behind her. She didn't retaliate, only focusing on evasion, as Ryo had instructed.

Ryo smirked, leaning slightly against the wooden railing. "She's perfect," he muttered to himself, admiring how her reflexes and speed were leagues beyond even the most advanced mutant zombies.

Sachiko approached from behind, holding a cup of coffee. "Watching her again?" she asked, handing it to him.

Ryo took the cup, his eyes never leaving Sayako. "Of course. Look at her—she's faster than anything I've seen. Even the Striders are struggling to keep up."

Sachiko watched for a moment, noting the seamless way Sayako dodged every swipe, her movements almost graceful despite the chaos around her. "She's loyal to you, just like the others," Sachiko said softly, leaning on the railing beside him. "But she's different… stronger."

"She's mine," Ryo replied simply, his tone absolute. "No one will ever touch her."

One of the Striders lunged forward in a desperate attempt to grab Sayako, but she spun on her heel, narrowly dodging and leaving the creature to stumble awkwardly. It roared in frustration, but she didn't flinch.

Yumi appeared at the doorway, wiping her hands with a towel after cleaning up inside. "She's incredible," she remarked, her voice tinged with awe. "It's like she's playing with them."

"She is," Ryo said, taking a sip of his coffee. "This is training. She doesn't need to fight back because she's already faster, stronger, and smarter than they'll ever be. This isn't a battle—it's a demonstration."

Yumi stepped closer, watching intently as Sayako continued to dance through the Striders' attacks, her movements almost hypnotic. "Do you think… she's the strongest?"

Ryo smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "She's not just the strongest zombie here. She's the strongest being in this town—aside from me."

Sayako finally stopped, standing still as the Striders backed away, clearly realizing they couldn't land a single hit. She turned her head slightly, her glowing eyes locking onto Ryo as if seeking approval.

Ryo raised a hand in acknowledgment. "Enough," he called out. "You've proven your point."

Sayako immediately relaxed, her posture softening as she began walking toward him. The Striders dispersed, growling quietly as they slunk back into the surrounding area.

"She's perfect," Sachiko repeated, shaking her head in amazement.

Ryo finished his coffee, setting the cup down on the railing. "She's mine," he said again, his voice firm.

Sayako stopped a few feet from him, standing silently, her eyes fixed solely on Ryo. She didn't need words to express her devotion; her mere presence was enough.

"Go rest," Ryo instructed her. Sayako nodded and walked toward the shaded area of the yard, where she often stayed when not training or by Ryo's side.

Turning to Sachiko and Yumi, Ryo smirked. "Now, let's see what the day has in store for us."

Ryo casually walked among the zombies, his hands in his pockets as he navigated through the horde with ease. The Striders, standing tall and menacing, parted for him instinctively, their black, empty eyes following his every move. He stopped in front of one, a particularly large and agile Strider, and gave it a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Good job," he said casually, his voice calm yet commanding. The Strider growled softly in acknowledgment, its head bowing slightly before stepping back into formation.

Ryo continued his inspection, his sharp eyes shifting to the Brutes standing nearby. These massive, hulking zombies loomed over the others, their sheer size and strength making them the perfect defensive wall.

Ryo smirked as he approached, his gaze running over the Brutes' powerful forms. "Hmm… good one," he muttered, nodding in approval. One of the Brutes let out a low, guttural sound, almost as if it understood his words.

With his house completely surrounded by his personal army of zombies—Striders, Brutes, and even Sayako resting nearby—Ryo felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. The town was under his control, the undead moving to his will, and no one dared challenge his authority.

He stood on the steps of his house, arms crossed, taking in the sight of his fortress. The once-chaotic horde of zombies was now an organized, formidable force, all bound to him by his unique power.

Ryo chuckled to himself, the sound low and confident. "Now, the government won't dare to come near," he said under his breath.

Turning back toward the house, he saw Sachiko and Yumi watching him from the porch, their expressions a mix of curiosity and awe. With a satisfied smirk, Ryo stepped inside, leaving his loyal army to stand guard.

This was his town, his kingdom, and nothing would threaten it.

Sayako, as usual, followed Ryo wherever he went, her movements silent and fluid. Her pale skin and smooth hair gleamed faintly in the sunlight, giving her an almost ghostly appearance. She remained just a step behind him, her pitch-black eyes fixed on his every movement, unwavering in her loyalty.

Even among the Striders and Brutes, Sayako stood out. She didn't need commands—she simply knew to stay by his side. Whether Ryo was inspecting his undead army or casually walking through the streets of his fortified town, Sayako's presence was constant, like a shadow that never left him.

Ryo glanced over his shoulder at her. She stood there, stoic and alert, her posture ready as if to leap into action at a moment's notice. He gave her a faint smirk, a rare gesture of acknowledgment.

"Good girl," he murmured, knowing she didn't need words to understand her place at his side.

Sayako tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable, but the subtle shift in her stance hinted at her pride. She was his, and she knew it. Her loyalty was absolute, her strength unmatched among the zombies, and her presence a reassurance that Ryo's domain was impenetrable.

As he walked toward the porch, Sayako followed, taking her usual position just a few steps away, standing guard like a silent sentinel. Wherever Ryo went, she would always be there—his special, unwavering protector.

Ryo leaned against the cracked wall of the abandoned house, the faint sunlight filtering through the broken windows casting a soft glow on Sayako's pale, flawless skin. Unlike the other zombies, she didn't have the slightest decay or foul odor. She was something entirely different—unique, perfect, and utterly his.

Sayako stood silently in front of him, her dark eyes fixed on his, her presence unwavering as always. Without a word, Ryo reached out, pulling her close. His hand rested on her cheek, and for a moment, he simply studied her. Her skin was smooth beneath his fingertips, her beauty almost unsettling in a world where decay was the norm. Your next journey awaits at empire

"You are mine," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. His lips brushed against her cheek in a rare display of tenderness. "And always mine."

Sayako didn't react in the way a human would, but the way her body leaned into his embrace spoke volumes. Ryo wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him. Her presence was a comfort—a silent assurance that, no matter what, she would always be there. Loyal. Unyielding.

As he hugged her, Ryo's thoughts wandered briefly to the chaos outside—the hordes of zombies, the government, the fragile remnants of humanity. Yet here, with Sayako, everything felt controlled, peaceful even. She was more than just a zombie to him; she was his constant, his silent protector, and a testament to his absolute dominance in this new world.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling the faint, clean scent that seemed unique to her. Sayako wasn't just flawless—she was a reflection of his power. And as long as she stayed by his side, there wasn't a force on Earth that could challenge him.

Ryo's gaze darkened as he looked at Sayako, her flawless form standing silently in the dimly lit room. She was unlike anyone or anything else in this broken world—perfect, loyal, and entirely his. A wave of possessiveness surged through him as he stepped closer, the faint sound of the wind outside drowned out by the beating of his heart.

He no longer cared about the remnants of humanity or what might be considered right or wrong. The world had fallen, and he stood at its center, immune to the virus that plagued everyone else. Ryo was in control, and Sayako was his most prized possession.

Leaning in, he cupped her face with both hands, his grip firm but reverent. Her unblinking, dark eyes met his, and for a brief second, the chaos of the outside world seemed to disappear. Without hesitation, he kissed her, his lips pressing against hers with a hunger that only she could satisfy.

The kiss was different—deeper, more consuming. It was a claim, a silent declaration that she belonged to him in every possible way. Her stillness didn't deter him; instead, it fueled his fervor. Sayako was special, and with each passing moment, Ryo's grip on her only tightened.

Breaking the kiss, he let his forehead rest against hers, his breathing heavy. "You're mine, Sayako," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Always mine."

The room felt still, save for the faint groans of zombies outside. But here, in this moment, Ryo didn't care about anything else. Sayako was his, and that was all that mattered.

Ryo leaned against the cold wall of the abandoned house, arms crossed as he watched Sayako standing nearby, her silent presence as calming as it was commanding. A rare, satisfied smirk played on his lips. In this shattered world where survival was fleeting and trust nonexistent, Ryo knew he had something no one else did—something most men could only dream of.

He thought of Sachiko, the fiery and intelligent woman who had once been a researcher, now fully devoted to him. She had been left to die by the government, but Ryo had saved her, claimed her, and made her his own. Then there was Yumi, timid yet resilient, who had come into his life with her prototypes in tow. She was learning to adapt to his possessive nature, yielding to him in every way, becoming part of his small yet perfect world.

And then there was Sayako. Ryo's gaze softened as it rested on her, his flawless, unyielding female zombie. She wasn't just different from the others—she was his. Loyal, beautiful, and stronger than any zombie he had ever seen. She was perfection in this imperfect world, and she had been claimed by him over and over again, in ways that went beyond the understanding of anyone else.

He felt a deep sense of satisfaction—no, power. He had two human women who loved and submitted to him completely, and a female zombie who was bound to him in a way that transcended the physical. Together, they were his kingdom, his reason for being.

Ryo exhaled, the smirk growing into a full smile. "Lucky?" he murmured to himself, glancing at Sayako, who stood silently yet attentively near him. No, it wasn't luck. It was control, power, and dominance—things he had earned in this new world. And he would never let any of it slip through his fingers.