Ryo wiped the sweat from his brow as he finished loading the last of the supplies into the back of the truck. The canned food, dried food, and bags of rice sat securely stacked alongside other essentials he had scavenged from this quiet, abandoned town. He glanced around to ensure everything was packed tight, his sharp eyes checking for any signs of trouble.
Behind him, Sayako stood silently, her eyes ever-watchful over Sachiko, who was browsing through the clothing shop nearby. Ryo had commanded both Sayako and the regular zombies not to let any harm come to her, and he trusted they would obey. Sachiko, for her part, seemed more at ease in this strange world, her fear of zombies lessening the longer she spent with Ryo and his ever-present horde.
