Ryo's voice carried over the room with a mix of cold anger and resignation. He paced slowly, the warmth of the portable heater barely touching him. "Do you see any zombies fighting over territory?" he asked, his words cutting through the silence like a knife. His sharp gaze settled on Sachiko as he continued. "Do you?"
Sachiko shook her head, knowing better than to interrupt him when he was in this mood. His words had weight—everything he said carried the burden of his experience, of the pain and betrayal he'd endured.
"No," Ryo scoffed, answering his own question. "Zombies don't fight over territory. They don't care about power, resources, or whatever else humans are willing to kill each other for. They don't fight unless we make them. But humans? We're the problem. We always have been."
