Ken commanded his female zombie harem to head down the stairs ahead of him, their blank yet obedient eyes fixated on him as they moved to secure the way. The others stayed close, flanking him protectively as he descended each step, his senses alert. Even though Ryo had assured him that the town's zombies wouldn't attack, Ken wasn't one to take chances—better safe than sorry.
When he finally stepped onto the ground floor, Ken felt the chill of countless eyes on him. Zombies filled the streets, some of them growling lowly in his direction, their pitch-black eyes watching his every move. But as promised, they didn't advance, their loyalty to Ryo holding them back. Ken exhaled, feeling a sense of relief mixed with exhilaration. This unusual arrangement with Ryo had turned into a blessing; he was free to roam as he wished, something few survivors could even dream of.
