Ryo and Sachiko walked ahead, their pace casual and unhurried. Sayako followed closely behind Ryo, her eerie presence unsettling with every step. Her white eyes scanned the surroundings, ever vigilant, her smooth, pale skin a stark contrast to the usual decayed look of other zombies. She was faster, stronger, and more dangerous than even the Striders, and Yumi knew it.
Yumi trudged along behind them, surrounded by a menacing circle of Striders and Brutes, their hulking forms cutting off any possibility of escape. Her prototype zombies, once her pride and protection, were now powerless, pinned by the overwhelming strength of Ryo's horde. She had no choice but to comply with Sachiko's conditions, knowing full well there was no fighting back here. These were not the mindless government soldiers she was used to outwitting or killing—this was something far more terrifying, something she couldn't control.
