Ryo was asleep in the bed, his breathing steady and deep. Sachiko lay beside him, her mind restless despite her exhaustion. A growing discomfort in her stomach reminded her that she needed to go to the bathroom, but the thought of disturbing Ryo filled her with dread. She feared his anger, his wrath, more than anything else.
Trembling, Sachiko reached out, her hand hovering over him for a moment before she gently touched his arm, trying to wake him. "Ryo..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with anxiety.
Ryo stirred slightly, his face creasing into a frown as he grumbled, "What do you want?"
"I... I need to go to the bathroom," Sachiko stammered, her fear of him evident in her shaky voice.
Ryo sighed, his irritation palpable. "You can go. Don't worry about the zombies—they won't attack you," he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep as he turned over and drifted back into slumber.
Relieved but still on edge, Sachiko quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, the soft light from the solar-powered system illuminating her path. The room was bright enough to dispel some of her fears, but the thought of being alone, even for a moment, still made her uneasy. Yet, she trusted Ryo's words.
She knew that the zombies wouldn't harm her—not as long as she was under his protection.
Sachiko made her way to the bathroom, her bare feet softly padding across the floor. The brightness of the room offered a small comfort, easing some of the fear that had been gnawing at her since waking up. She closed the door behind her, then sat down on the toilet bowl, sliding her panties down as she settled in to do her business.
As she sat there, the quiet was interrupted by a low, guttural growling from outside. She recognized the sound—it was likely the Creeper zombie or one of the other undead that roamed around the house. The noise sent a shiver down her spine, but she forced herself to stay calm, reminding herself of Ryo's words. They wouldn't attack her. They wouldn't even come near.
But as she listened to the growling, her mind wandered to the peculiarities she had noticed about the zombies surrounding Ryo. Unlike the decaying, rotting corpses she had seen before, the zombies around him were different. Their bodies were intact, fully healed, without the usual signs of decay or injury. It wasn't just the mutants—every zombie near him seemed unnaturally preserved.
It didn't make sense to her. Sachiko knew enough about the world outside to understand that most zombies were in various states of decomposition, their bodies battered and torn. But here, in Ryo's presence, they were different—stronger, healthier, almost as if they were being kept that way by some unseen force. Enjoy new stories from freewebnovel.com
She began to wonder, her curiosity piqued and her fear momentarily pushed aside by the growing need to understand what was happening. What was it about Ryo that made the zombies around him so different? What kind of power did he hold over them, and why did they seem to thrive in his presence?
The questions swirled in her mind, but there were no answers, only the unsettling realization that whatever it was, it wasn't normal. Not at all.
As Sachiko sat there, she couldn't help but question herself, her thoughts racing as she tried to piece together the strange events she had witnessed. Why did Ryo bring the rotten zombies from the town before? What did he want to show her? What was he trying to prove? The questions gnawed at her, each one more perplexing than the last.
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And then there was the most troubling question of all: How was Ryo able to control the zombies?
She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts aside as she finished her business. But the unease lingered, refusing to let go. After washing her hands, she headed out of the bathroom and made her way to the kitchen, feeling a sudden thirst.
The kitchen was well-lit, and as she entered, she was struck by the sight of the fully stocked shelves. Canned food, ramen, rice, bottled water—it was all neatly arranged, each item placed with care. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world, a small oasis of order in a world that had long since fallen apart.
As she moved further into the kitchen, she noticed another room adjacent to it. Curious, she peeked inside and saw that it was a storage room for food supplies. Like the kitchen, it was neat and clean, the shelves lined with provisions that would last for months.
The sight of such abundance was almost overwhelming, a reminder of how different life with Ryo was from the desperate scrounging that others had to endure.
Yet even as she marveled at the well-organized space, the questions continued to gnaw at her. Why had Ryo brought those decaying zombies back to the house? What was he planning, and what did it mean for her? She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Ryo's control over the undead than she could comprehend, and that understanding it might be the key to her survival.
Sachiko's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. The shelves were not just stocked with essentials; they held a wealth of luxuries she hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime. Canned beer, liquor bottles, wine, and an array of soft drinks lined the shelves, their labels almost mocking in their abundance.
How lucky Ryo is, she thought, to be able to walk freely and secure food, drink, and other necessities as if it were nothing. The contrast between his life and the struggles of everyone else in this post-apocalyptic world was stark, almost surreal.
She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled it open. The cold air washed over her face, a refreshing sensation in the warmth of the kitchen. Inside, she found cans of cola and other soft drinks, along with rows of canned beer, all fully stocked and chilled to perfection. The sight of them, so readily available, made her heart ache with a strange mix of envy and disbelief.
Sachiko continued to explore, opening another cabinet to reveal more treasures: bags of coffee beans, containers of sugar, and an assortment of teas—black tea, green tea, and herbal blends, all neatly organized and ready to be used. It was as if she had stepped into a different world, one where the apocalypse had never happened, and life continued as normal.
The realization hit her hard. Ryo had access to everything, not just because of his immunity, but because he had managed to secure it all with such ease. The things that others would kill for were at his fingertips, and he had the power to keep it that way.
Sachiko felt a pang of something—was it jealousy, or was it fear?—as she thought about how different her life had become since she had fallen in with Ryo. She knew she was safer with him, but she also knew that safety came at a cost. And as she stood there, surrounded by the fruits of his seemingly effortless scavenging, she couldn't help but wonder what that cost would ultimately be.
Sachiko's hand trembled slightly as she reached for the cold water bottle, the chill of it seeping into her fingers. She unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat. After finishing, she carefully placed the bottle back into the refrigerator, letting out a small sigh of relief.
But as she closed the door, she caught a movement in the reflection of the stainless steel. Her heart nearly stopped, and she spun around, barely stifling a scream as she saw Ryo standing right behind her, his presence as unsettling as it was sudden.
Ryo smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement at her startled reaction. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, with an edge that made her pulse quicken in fear.
Sachiko swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, "Just… just drinking some water."
Ryo's smirk widened, and he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Let's go back to sleep," he said, his tone shifting to something more commanding. "I need a pillow. You make a good pillow."
Sachiko's fear spiked at his words, but she forced herself to nod, her voice trembling as she said, "Yes… yes, of course." She knew better than to argue, to resist. The consequences of disobedience were something she had learned to avoid at all costs.
Ryo placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her back towards the bedroom. As they walked, Sachiko's mind raced, her fear wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket. She could feel the weight of his expectations pressing down on her, the knowledge that her compliance was not just expected—it was required.
When they reached their bed, the soft mattress and plush pillows beckoned with a comfort that belied the tension in the room. Sachiko stood by the bedside, her heart pounding as she waited for Ryo to lie down. The air was thick with unspoken expectations, and she could feel the weight of his gaze even as he turned away to settle himself into the bed.
Ryo lay back, his body sinking into the mattress, and without needing to be told, Sachiko slipped under the covers beside him. She moved closer, her body tensed, but she forced herself to relax as she snuggled up against him. The warmth of his skin pressed against hers, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek.
Ryo's arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and she instinctively nestled into his embrace, her body molding to his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Yet, beneath the surface, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, resignation, and a reluctant acceptance of her role in this strange, terrifying world they shared.
She closed her eyes, trying to quiet the storm within her, and let the rhythm of his breathing lull her into a fragile sense of calm. As they lay together in the darkness, Sachiko couldn't help but wonder what the next day would bring, knowing that whatever it was, she would face it at Ryo's side.
Sachiko nestled deeper into the comfort of the bed, her body naturally aligning with Ryo's warmth. As she snuggled closer, her fear began to fade into the background, replaced by an odd sense of security in his presence. Her eyes drifted to Ryo's sleeping face, calm and unguarded, a stark contrast to the intense, commanding demeanor he showed while awake.
She couldn't fully grasp why she was drawn to him in such a conflicting way. The fear that surged through her when he gripped her hair and showed his anger was undeniable, yet there was something else—something she couldn't name. It was as if his power over her, his ability to evoke such strong emotions, both terrified and thrilled her at the same time.
The mix of fear and attraction was confusing, leaving her with a knot of emotions that she couldn't untangle.
As exhaustion finally caught up with her, her eyelids grew heavy. The day's events, the fear, the uncertainty—all of it slowly slipped away as sleep began to claim her. With one last look at Ryo, she let out a soft sigh, her mind too tired to continue its questioning. She drifted off, feeling strangely at peace despite the turmoil inside her.
Outside their house, the night was still and heavy with tension. More zombies gathered around the perimeter, their dark eyes fixed on the structure as if drawn by an unseen force. The familiar Creepers moved restlessly, their bodies twitching with every subtle noise. But among them was a new kind of zombie, one Ryo had not yet encountered.
This new zombie was different from the others. It didn't move with the erratic, mindless aggression that defined the typical undead. Instead, it observed the house with an eerie calmness, its black eyes scanning the surroundings with an almost calculating intelligence. It didn't seem intent on attacking; rather, it watched, as though assessing the situation and the beings within.
The other zombies seemed to defer to this new creature, giving it a wide berth as it moved among them. It observed the house in silence, its presence adding an unsettling layer to the already tense atmosphere. Despite its differences, it, too, would not attack Ryo. There was something about him that commanded not just fear but respect, even from this new and mysterious type of undead.
Inside, oblivious to the presence of this new observer, Sachiko slept soundly beside Ryo. She was comforted by his warmth, unaware of the many eyes watching them from the darkness outside. The house, though surrounded, remained untouched, protected by the unseen power that Ryo wielded over the undead.
The new zombie continued to observe, its intentions unclear, as the night wore on and the world outside grew ever more ominous.