The first snowflakes began to fall, blanketing the town in a soft, white layer. The air was crisp, but Ryo and Sachiko were well-prepared. Ryo stood outside, his breath visible in the cold air, watching the snow as it slowly covered the ground. He had taken the extra step to outfit the Striders, Brutes, and even the regular zombies stationed at his base with jackets scavenged from the shops. They didn't need the warmth, but he wanted them ready—capable of moving and acting swiftly when he gave the command.
The zombies stood silently inside nearby empty houses, the jackets giving them a more human-like appearance, though their greyish skin and black eyes were still unmistakable. Ryo knew they could endure the cold without any trouble, but keeping them well-equipped was part of his strategy. He couldn't risk anything when the need arose.
