As they approached the familiar streets of their town, Sachiko watched Ryo ease off the gas, guiding the truck through the narrow roads with careful precision. The sun had dipped low, casting long shadows that stretched across the street, making the once bustling town feel even more desolate. She noticed how Ryo skillfully avoided hitting any of the zombies that wandered aimlessly in the area, their grey-skinned forms moving sluggishly across the road.
It was something she had gotten used to—Ryo's complete control over the undead. He didn't need to rush or panic. The zombies posed no threat to them, not with Ryo in charge. They parted lazily as the truck rolled forward, as if knowing they weren't allowed to touch him, Sachiko, or even the truck.
