Ryo stood by the door, making sure Sachiko locked it securely behind him. With the click of the lock, he turned to face the group of Brutes and Striders surrounding the house. His commanding voice broke the quiet morning air.
"Guard this house," he ordered, his tone firm and unwavering. "Do not attack Sachiko. Protect the area." The Brutes and Striders, towering and menacing, stood in obedience, their dark eyes reflecting the seriousness of his command.
Satisfied with their silent acknowledgment, Ryo walked over to his scooter. He filled up the tank with fuel, the soft gurgling sound of the liquid a contrast to the quiet outside.
Inside, Sachiko watched from the window, her eyes following his every movement. Though she knew no zombie would dare harm him, a quiet worry gnawed at her. She wanted him to be safe, to return to her.
