Untouched by the Outbreak

Ryo released his grip on Yumi's hair, watching her collapse to the ground in trembling silence. He turned to Sachiko, a sly grin forming on his face. Without warning, he grabbed a handful of her hair, not too tightly, but enough for her to feel his control. Sachiko smiled in response, her heart fluttering with excitement at his familiar touch.

It had been too long since Ryo had touched her like this, and she relished in the sensation.

"Why did you call this girl 'little girl'?" Ryo asked, his voice low and teasing as he looked down at Sachiko. "She looks like she's around 18 or 19."

Sachiko, still smiling, leaned in closer to Ryo, her lips brushing against his as she kissed him softly. She loved this side of him—dominant, commanding. It thrilled her in a way that words could never describe. Pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, Sachiko's eyes twinkled with mischief. Explore more at empire

"I call her 'little girl,'" Sachiko said, her voice gentle but firm, "because she doesn't really know her place." She glanced down at Yumi, who was still on her knees, visibly shaken. "She thought she could come here, command her little prototypes, and act like she could control everything. But she's nothing compared to you, Ryo."

Ryo's smirk widened as he listened to Sachiko. He released her hair, letting his hand trail down her back, feeling her shiver under his touch. His eyes flicked back to Yumi, who remained frozen on the floor, clearly overwhelmed by the power dynamic between them.

Sachiko leaned into Ryo's chest, her head resting against him as she whispered, "She's scared, Ryo. But maybe now she'll understand just how far out of her depth she really is." Her tone was soft, but there was an unmistakable edge to her words, a warning that Yumi would do well to heed.

Ryo chuckled darkly, glancing back at Yumi. "She better learn quickly," he muttered. "Or she'll regret it."

Sachiko leaned in close to Ryo, her voice a seductive whisper. "You know," she teased softly, her breath warm against his ear, "this little girl could be yours too." Ryo's eyes darkened with amusement, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked down at Yumi, who still knelt trembling before them.

Sachiko turned her attention back to Yumi, a predatory gleam in her eyes. Her voice was gentle but laced with authority, every word cutting through the tension in the air. "So, little girl," she began, tilting her head slightly as she studied Yumi's terrified face, "what are you going to do now?"

Yumi swallowed hard, her mind racing, but her body frozen in fear. She couldn't look away from Sachiko's intense gaze or the towering presence of Ryo beside her. The overwhelming realization of her vulnerability sank deeper with each passing second. Yumi knew she had no control here—not over her prototype zombies, not over the situation, and certainly not over herself.

Sachiko's smile widened, almost sweet in its cruelty. "Are you going to be smart and listen to us? Or are you going to keep acting like you're something special?" She leaned closer, her voice a soft purr. "Because we can show you exactly how insignificant you really are."

Sachiko grinned wickedly, her eyes scanning Yumi's trembling form. Slowly, she reached out, brushing her fingers along Yumi's neck, her touch both teasing and unsettling. Leaning closer, Sachiko's breath was warm against Yumi's skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

"This girl's got a good body," Sachiko remarked to Ryo with a playful smirk, her hand trailing down Yumi's shoulder, fingers barely grazing her. "But it's a shame... she's too dirty." Sachiko's voice dropped, laced with mockery as she turned her gaze back to Yumi.

"Hey, little girl," she called out softly, her tone dripping with condescension. "How long has it been since you've taken a shower?"

Yumi swallowed hard, her lips trembling as she struggled to form words, her heart pounding in her chest. The humiliation of Sachiko's taunting mixed with the fear of Ryo's looming presence kept her frozen in place. Sachiko's grin widened as she waited for Yumi to answer, fully enjoying the girl's discomfort.

Yumi's heart nearly stopped when she heard Ryo's chilling words.

"You know," Ryo said casually, turning to Sachiko with a dark smirk. "She can always become the zombies' food. I bet the Striders wouldn't mind having a taste of her too."

The cold, nonchalant tone in his voice sent Yumi spiraling into terror. Her entire body shook, her eyes wide as tears started streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She knew Ryo wasn't bluffing, not after witnessing how easily his horde of zombies had overpowered her prototypes.

A sob escaped her throat, and she tried to stifle it, but the fear was too overwhelming. The thought of being torn apart by those monstrous Striders—faster, stronger than any other zombie she'd ever encountered—was too much to bear. Her body quaked in terror as her sobbing grew louder, the tears flowing freely.

Sachiko, still wearing that same unnerving grin, watched her with an almost playful gaze. Ryo's presence felt heavier, more terrifying by the second. Yumi had never been this scared in her life. The horrifying reality of her situation hit her all at once—there was no escape.

Sachiko turned her attention to Ryo, her voice soft but laced with a teasing undertone. "What about this little girl's zombie group?" she asked, her fingers lightly tracing Yumi's trembling shoulder, making her flinch.

Ryo, still calm and collected, glanced at the pinned prototype zombies without a hint of care. "Those weaklings?" He scoffed, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "I have no use for them. They'll make a good meal for the Striders, zombies, and Brutes. They're barely worth anything else."

Yumi's eyes widened in horror. The sobbing turned into desperate, breathless cries as she realized the fate awaiting not just her, but her prototype zombies too. These were the same zombies that had fought alongside her, protected her. And now, Ryo was condemning them to be devoured by his horde without a second thought.

"Please!" she cried out, her voice cracking under the weight of her terror. "Please, don't! Please don't hurt them!" Her tears flowed freely as she begged, her entire body shaking. "I'll do anything! Just don't let them…please!"

Yumi's desperation grew as she realized Ryo wasn't moved by her pleas. His expression remained cold, and he casually took a drag from his cigarette, blowing out the smoke as if none of this mattered. Her heart sank, fear twisting inside her chest. He didn't care—he truly didn't care.

Tears streaming down her face, Yumi turned to Sachiko, her last hope. "Please... please, help me," Yumi begged, her voice trembling. "I'll do anything, just don't let them die… please… I'll do whatever you want…"

Sachiko's grin widened, watching Yumi grovel with a mix of amusement and curiosity. She stepped closer, leaning in slightly as she tilted her head, pretending to consider Yumi's desperate offer. "Anything, huh?" she whispered, her tone playful yet menacing.

Yumi nodded frantically, tears still streaming down her face, her body shaking as she awaited their decision.

Sachiko glanced at Ryo, her expression shifting to one of mild interest. "Ryo… should we keep this little girl around? Seems like she's willing to do quite a bit to save her pitiful zombies." Her voice was teasing but had a hint of mockery.

Ryo, still indifferent, flicked the ash from his cigarette before speaking with a calm voice. "That's up to you, Sachiko," he said coolly. "But she's your responsibility if you want her."

Sachiko leaned closer to Yumi, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You know, Ryo often likes company in bed at night. But there's no use for you if you're not willing to comply." She smiled, her tone laced with a twisted pleasure in watching Yumi's growing terror. "Oh, and let me tell you something… once you're his, you can't run. Ever.

Your little zombies?" Sachiko gestured toward the pinned-down prototypes, barely struggling under the might of the Striders. "They won't be able to protect you, not from the Striders. They'll tear through them like paper."

Yumi's eyes flickered toward the Striders, the enormous, terrifying zombies looming nearby, their black eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her entire body trembling in fear.

"And her?" Sachiko pointed at Sayako, the zombie girl with the eerie white eyes standing silently beside Ryo. Yumi's fear deepened. Sayako wasn't like the other zombies. She looked human—too human—but something about her eyes, her unnatural calm, made Yumi's blood run cold.

"She's faster, stronger, and far more dangerous than any of the zombies you've ever seen," Sachiko continued, her voice dripping with menace. "So, little girl, what will you do? There's no running from us, no hiding. If you want to survive, you'll have to become ours."

Yumi's sobs became quieter, her mind racing as she realized the horror of her situation. There was no escape. She couldn't outrun them, couldn't fight them. And now, the only way to survive was to submit… or face a fate worse than death.

Sachiko leaned in even closer, her lips nearly brushing Yumi's ear as she whispered with an unsettling calmness. "You can only say it once. I don't even know if Ryo will change his mind after that... and neither will I." Her smile widened, a sinister edge to her words. "I'm only persuading him for you now because you're Dr. Kurose's daughter.

If you were just some random ugly girl..." She trailed off, the implication hanging heavily in the air. "Ryo wouldn't even think twice. Your choices are simple: become his partner in bed... or become zombie food."

Yumi's body went rigid, her mind spiraling as the reality of the ultimatum sunk in. The quiet threat lingered like a heavy weight in the air, and she could feel the eyes of both Ryo and the terrifying zombies fixed on her, as if they were already anticipating her decision. The sight of the Striders and Brutes, looming like predators ready to devour her, made her stomach churn.

Sachiko stepped back slightly, her eyes cold but waiting for Yumi's response. "So, what will it be?" she asked, her voice soft but carrying an undeniable command. "Choose now, or let Ryo make the choice for you."

Tears streamed down Yumi's face as she struggled to find her voice. She had never felt so utterly trapped, so helpless. Whatever decision she made, it was clear her life would never be the same again.