Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Night Vigil

The night had settled over the unfamiliar town, casting a somber hue on the deserted streets. Ryo reclined in the driver's seat of his truck, his eyes closed as he reminisced about Sakura and Aiko, safe within their fortified base. The silence of the night was broken only by the distant moans of wandering zombies and the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Ryo's sense of vigilance kept him from fully relaxing, even in the secluded corner of the parking lot he had chosen for the night. The town exuded an eerie stillness, as if holding its breath, punctuated only by the occasional cry of the undead or the rustling of foliage in the wind. Despite his exhaustion, his eyes remained alert, scanning the surroundings for any signs of movement or danger.

The events of the day replayed in his mind: the scavenging for supplies, the narrow escapes from hostile survivors, and the fleeting glimpses of other humans he had skillfully evaded or eliminated. But his thoughts kept drifting back to Sakura and Aiko, the two women who had become his family in this post-apocalyptic world. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A sense of guilt gnawed at him for leaving them behind, even if only temporarily. He trusted in their capabilities and the Glock pistols he had provided for their protection. Yet, in the quiet of the night, his concern for their safety weighed heavily on his heart. He wondered if they had enough supplies, if they were holding up against the relentless threats that lurked in every shadow.

As fatigue finally won the battle against his vigilance, Ryo closed his eyes, seeking a brief respite from his restless thoughts. His hand instinctively reached for the pendant that hung around his neck, a silent reminder of the deep bond he shared with Sakura and Aiko. The cool metal offered a small comfort as he drifted into a fitful sleep.

His sleep was filled with fleeting dreams of happier times before the outbreak, when laughter and love filled their days. He saw Sakura's radiant smile and Aiko's playful antics, their eyes sparkling with life and mischief. These memories provided a temporary escape from the harsh reality that awaited him outside the confines of his truck.

Even in sleep, his survival instincts remained sharp, attuned to any sound or movement that could signal danger. The night wore on, and Ryo drifted between moments of uneasy sleep and restless wakefulness, longing for the dawn when he could resume his journey back to his beloved companions. The darkness seemed endless, each moment stretching into an eternity.

Ryo's sleep was restless, disturbed by the chill of the night air seeping into the truck. His senses, honed by years of survival, immediately alerted him to something unusual. The moonlight filtering through the windows cast eerie shadows inside the vehicle, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the fog of sleep.

As his vision adjusted, the scene outside took on a surreal quality. A ring of zombies surrounded his truck, their dull, lifeless eyes fixed on him. It was as if they had formed a protective barrier, a macabre circle of decaying flesh and bone. Their usual chaotic movements had been replaced by an uncharacteristic stillness, as if they were guarding him from some unseen threat.

Ryo's heart raced as he took in the bizarre sight. The zombies weren't attacking, they seemed... docile, almost peaceful. His eyes darted to the edges of the circle, and he noticed something else moving in the shadows. The creepers, those twisted, agile creatures, slithered silently along the edges of the buildings, their black eyes glinting in the moonlight.

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Ryo's hand tightened around the handle of his MP5 submachine gun, his finger hovering over the trigger. The situation was unlike anything he had encountered before. The creepeners, usually so stealthy and unpredictable, seemed to be working in unison, their attention focused on the buildings surrounding him, as if guarding something within.

With cautious movements, he stepped out of the truck, his body low, his eyes scanning the terrain for potential threats. The zombies didn't react to his presence, their vacant stares fixed on some unseen point in the darkness.

"What's going on here?" Ryo muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze fell upon a particularly large figure among the creepers. It stood out from the rest, its muscles bulging unnaturally, its eyes burning with an eerie crimson hue. The Strider, as he had come to call this unique type of creeper, moved with an unsettling confidence, its movements swift and deliberate.

Ryo's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the unusual behavior. The Striders and the creepers seemed to be protecting something, but what? The thought both intrigued and terrified him. With cautious steps, he moved toward the edge of the circle, his eyes scanning the terrain beyond.

The silence was broken only by the distant moans of other zombies and the soft whisper of the wind through the trees. The Strider, sensing his movement, stopped and turned to face him, its gaze intense and unblinking.

Ryo stood his ground, his heart pounding in his chest. "Why are you here?" he asked aloud, his voice echoing softly in the night. The Strider remained silent, its unblinking stare piercing through him, as if it held the answer within its crimson eyes.

Suddenly, the zombies in the circle began to shuffle away, their heads turning in unison as they created a clear path between Ryo and the Strider. The creepers, too, began to retreat, their forms slipping back into the shadows, leaving Ryo standing alone in the dim moonlight.

Without hesitation, Ryo climbed back into his truck and started the engine. He knew that something strange was happening, and he needed to get back to Sakura and Aiko as soon as possible. He drove through the night, his mind racing with questions and concerns.

As he navigated the winding roads, the miles passed in a blur. The dawn broke, but it did little to lift the darkness that lingered in his heart. He pushed on, determined to reach his beloved companions, to ensure their safety, and to uncover the secrets that lay hidden in the shadows of this broken world.

Finally, he reached his home, his sanctuary. He opened the gate and drove his truck inside, closing the gate securely behind him. But as he stepped out of the vehicle, he felt a sense of unease wash over him. Something was different. The base was too quiet, too still.

With his weapon raised, he moved cautiously through the compound, his eyes scanning for any signs of disturbance. That's when he saw them—Sakura and Aiko, lying on the ground, their eyes closed, surrounded by a ring of zombies and creepers, just like he had been the night before.

"Sakura! Aiko!" Ryo shouted, his voice filled with panic and grief. He rushed forward, his heart pounding in his chest. The zombies and creepers, as if on cue, shuffled away, creating a path for him to reach his fallen companions.

Ryo fell to his knees, his hands shaking as he checked their pulses, desperately hoping for a miracle. "No... this can't be..." he whispered, his voice breaking. Sakura and Aiko were gone, their bodies cold and lifeless.

The realization hit him like a physical blow, and he slumped forward, his shoulders heaving with sobs. The zombies and creepers, their mission seemingly complete, began to disperse, their silent vigil at an end.

The realization of their deaths hit Ryo like a physical blow, and he slumped forward, his shoulders heaving with sobs. He couldn't comprehend the profound loss he felt—the two most important people in his life, gone. He fell to his knees, cradling their lifeless bodies in his arms. Their blood stained his shirt, a stark reminder of the brutality of their demise.

"Why?" he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with anguish. "Why did this happen?"

He held them close, his tears falling freely as he rocked back and forth. The zombies and creepers, their mission seemingly complete, began to disperse, their silent vigil at an end. Ryo's cries echoed through the compound, his grief raw and uncontrollable. He blamed himself, his mind replaying the events that had led to this tragic outcome.

"I should've been there," he choked out, his voice thick with guilt. "I should've protected you."

The night sky, illuminated by a million stars, served as a somber witness to Ryo's anguish. He sat on the ground, his back against the tree, his arms wrapped tightly around Sakura and Aiko. He rocked back and forth, his body racked with sobs. His tears fell freely, wetting their hair and staining their clothes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I tried my best, but it wasn't enough."

He held them close, his face buried in their hair, breathing in their familiar scents. He remembered their laughter, the joy they brought to his life, and the deep bond they had forged in their sanctuary. "Why did you have to leave me?" he cried out, his voice hoarse and filled with pain. "I need you both so much."

Ryo's cries echoed through the compound, his grief raw and uncontrollable. He felt responsible for their deaths, blaming himself for not being there, for not keeping them safe. He knew that they would want him to be strong, but the weight of their loss was too much to bear. He tightened his embrace, as if trying to will them back to life, to feel their warmth once more.

The night wore on, but Ryo's tears didn't cease. He held them close, his body shaking with sobs. He recalled their inside jokes, the way they used to tease him lovingly, and the countless memories they had made together. "I love you both," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't imagine a world without you."

The stars shone down on them, a celestial audience to his heartache. He felt a deep sense of emptiness, a void that their presence had once filled. He knew that Sakura and Aiko would want him to be strong, to keep going, but the grief was all-consuming. He couldn't fathom a future without them, his world now felt empty and cold.