Sachiko stood in front of Ryo, her body still wrapped in the towel, trembling with a mix of fear and uncertainty. The threat of the zombies outside loomed large in her mind, but it was the man before her that terrified her the most. She knew that any attempt to escape would be futile; the creatures outside would tear her apart before she could even reach the door.
Her eyes darted around the penthouse, taking in the sight of the abundant food supplies that Ryo had amassed. Stacks of rice bags, packets of ramen, dried mushrooms, meats, fish, and countless cans of food filled the shelves. It was a stark contrast to the tightly controlled rations she had experienced in the government's last stronghold. There, food was a scarce and precious resource, rationed out in meager portions that left her perpetually hungry.
