"Ryo! Check this girl," Sachiko said, her tone casual, almost amused as she gestured toward Yumi and her prototype zombies. "The zombies around her are a bit different from the Striders and Brutes, and not like Creepers either."
With a detached calm, Sachiko pulled out her smartphone and began recording the scene. Yumi stared in shock, frozen in place as she watched this woman, who acted like this was just another ordinary day. She couldn't speak, her throat tight with disbelief. Even her prototype zombies, meant to be her shield, now seemed insignificant in the face of whatever was happening here.
Yumi's eyes darted to the man—the one Sachiko had called Ryo—who stood a short distance away. He was just as casual as the woman, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long, slow drag, as if the swarm of deadly zombies around them was nothing to be concerned about. The other woman beside him, equally nonchalant, simply followed his movements.
