Ryo rode his scooter back to base, the engine humming softly beneath him. Sayako sat behind him, silent and alert as always, her movements fluid, almost human. But as he drove, his thoughts drifted, something stirring in his mind about her.
He glanced over his shoulder briefly. Her once pale, almost lifeless skin had improved. Sayako's skin was smoother now, no longer carrying the decayed look most zombies wore. Her body had transformed, and Ryo had to admit—it wasn't just her strength that had grown. She had become... prettier. A little too human, with her pale, almost flawless skin and those deep, dark eyes. There was no foul smell anymore, no sign of the usual decay.
