Chapter 104: Chapter 104: The Decision

The growls grew louder, reverberating through the dimly lit room, each one filled with an almost palpable hunger. The shadows around them twisted and danced, creating eerie, shifting shapes that seemed to close in on Sachiko. Her sobs grew louder, more desperate, as the realization of her imminent danger sank in.

She sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face, her hands clutching at the floor as she begged for mercy.

"Please, please, don't leave me here," she cried out, her voice breaking. "I'll do anything. Just don't let them kill me. I can't die here. I don't want to die like this!"

Ryo watched her for a moment, his expression a mix of hard resolve and reluctant empathy. The sight of her fear was unsettling, and despite his distrust and disdain for the government, he found himself facing a moral dilemma. He could leave her to her fate, or he could take a risk and help her, knowing it might come back to haunt him.

With a decisive motion, Ryo shouted into the encroaching darkness, "She is mine—don't attack her until I told you so!"

The sudden command sent a shiver down Sachiko's spine. She looked up at Ryo with wide, shocked eyes, her fear momentarily overshadowed by confusion. She had never seen anyone exert such control over the zombies before. S~eaʀᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ryo's voice was firm, commanding, and though he knew the danger was far from over, he made the decision to intervene. He approached Sachiko, his MP5 still raised, but his gaze was steady.

"Get up," he ordered gruffly. "I'm giving you a chance. You better make it count. If you try anything, the zombies will be the least of your worries."

Sachiko scrambled to her feet, her movements frantic and unsteady. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, still trembling from the terror of the growls that were now disturbingly close. She looked at Ryo, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and lingering fear.

Ryo, his expression stern and unyielding, commanded, "Toss me your gun."

Sachiko hesitated for a moment, her fear momentarily overridden by confusion and reluctance. With a shaky hand, she unclasped the gun from her grip and tossed it towards Ryo. The weapon landed with a soft thud near his feet.

Ryo picked up the gun and inspected it briefly before looking back at Sachiko. "Now, take off your clothes."

Sachiko's eyes widened in shock and fear. She opened her mouth to protest, but the urgency in Ryo's tone left no room for argument. She stammered, "W-why?"

"I don't play games. Take off your fucking clothes now, or I swear to God, I'll let those zombies tear you to shreds. You have five seconds before I change my mind." Ryo's voice was like ice, and his eyes darted to the approaching growls, his finger twitching near the trigger.

Sachiko's breath hitched in her throat as she slowly began to undress, her movements trembling and hesitant. She first untied the knot of her white doctor's coat, the fabric sliding off her shoulders and revealing the light blue scrubs underneath. With each piece of clothing she removed, the cool air caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She paused for a moment, her eyes flicking towards Ryo, who stood there, his gaze intense and unwavering. With a hesitant swallow, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the ground. Her breasts, now bare, rose and fell with each rapid breath she took.

Sachiko's hands moved to the drawstring of her scrub pants, her fingers fumbling slightly as she untied the knot. The pants slid down her legs, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but a pair of plain cotton panties.

The air felt colder now against her exposed skin, goosebumps forming as she stood there, her chest heaving and her eyes darting between Ryo and the approaching threat.

Ryo's stare was intense, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. "Now, slowly remove your underwear," he commanded, his voice steady and void of any emotion.

Sachiko's heart hammered in her chest as she slid her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, she peeled them down her legs, her eyes never leaving Ryo's intense gaze. As the fabric slid over her hips and down her thighs, Ryo's stare fixed on the exposed, hairless skin of her pussy.

The sight of her most intimate area, smooth and bare, sent a jolt through him.

Sachiko stepped out of the panties, now completely naked, and Ryo's gaze devoured her. His eyes took in the soft curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, and the smooth, hairless lips of her pussy, now fully exposed to his hungry stare.

Sachiko's cheeks flushed, her chest heaving as she stood there, vulnerable and completely at his mercy. The air felt cool against her bare skin, but the heat of Ryo's intense gaze seared her, leaving her both terrified and intrigued.

Ryo's stare was intense, and for a moment, Sachiko felt exposed not just physically but also emotionally. It was as if Ryo could see through to her very core as she stood there, naked in every sense of the word.

Finally, Ryo tore his gaze away, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Now we can continue," he said, his voice steady, although his heart raced from the unexpected turn of events. "Put your clothes back on, we're wasting time."

Sachiko, her face flushed with embarrassment, quickly gathered her clothes and began to dress, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the ties and buttons. The growls were closer now, the threat imminent. But for a brief, endless moment, she stood exposed, vulnerable, and entirely at the mercy of Ryo's demands.

Ryo's gaze was unyielding as Sachiko scrambled to put her clothes back on. He abruptly stopped her, his voice harsh and commanding. "No, leave the rest of your clothes. You only need to wear your bra and underwear."

Sachiko's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, but she complied with his orders, quickly shedding the rest of her clothing. Her face flushed with a mix of fear and humiliation.

Ryo watched her closely, his expression stern. He then turned his attention to her discarded clothes, examining them thoroughly for any hidden devices or wire taps. His anger grew as he found nothing, but his frustration was clear.

"Why would you even think of sneaking something past me?" Ryo snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. "If you're carrying anything that could be used to track or monitor, you'd better get rid of it now."

Sachiko, trembling, shook her head. "I swear, there's nothing. I don't have anything like that."

Ryo's eyes narrowed as he checked her over again, making sure she was free of any hidden technology. Satisfied that she was clean, he tossed her clothes aside and turned back to her. "Get ready. We're moving out. And remember, any sign of deceit, and I'll make sure those zombies find you before I do."

Sachiko nodded, her fear evident as she clung to her remaining garments. She followed Ryo closely, knowing that her survival depended on her obedience and his reluctant protection.

Ryo retrieved a small blade from his pocket and, with a swift motion, made a small cut on his finger. A few drops of blood oozed from the wound. He then approached Sachiko, his expression cold and unyielding.

"Hold still," he ordered.

With deliberate care, he smeared the blood on Sachiko's face, bra, and underwear. The dark red droplets contrasted starkly against her skin and clothing, marking her with his blood.

Ryo's eyes were intense as he leaned in closer. "This blood marks you as mine. The zombies won't attack you as long as I say so, and neither will any of the mutants. But make no mistake—if you try to use this blood to your advantage, or if you even think of giving it to the government, you will regret it."

Sachiko's eyes widened in fear as she processed his words. The reality of her situation was sinking in, and she nodded vigorously, her voice trembling. "I understand. I won't do anything to betray you."

Ryo's gaze remained hard as he stepped back, his anger still palpable. "Good. Now, let's get moving. We have a lot to do, and you've got to stick close if you want to stay alive." Stay connected with m-v l|e'-NovelFire.net

With that, Ryo led Sachiko out of the storage area. As they emerged into the night, Sachiko's eyes widened in horror. The rooftop, once a place of relative safety, was now swarming with Creeper zombies. Their unnaturally quick movements and chilling growls filled the air, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Sachiko's breath caught in her throat, and she let out a scream of sheer terror . Her eyes darted around frantically as she saw the Creepers inching closer.

Ryo, however, simply smirked, his expression one of cruel amusement. He chuckled softly, the sound more chilling than comforting.

"They're not going to attack you unless I command them," Ryo said, his voice cold and mocking. "So don't even think about trying anything behind my back. You're not in any position to make demands or escape."

He gestured casually at the Creepers, who had stopped their advance but remained ominously close. Sachiko, still trembling, nodded vigorously, her fear evident.

Ryo's smirk remained as he led the way, his presence a dark shield between Sachiko and the hungry zombies. The night was thick with the tension of their precarious situation as they moved cautiously through the danger-filled streets.

Sachiko's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fear. With no other choice, she wrapped her arms around Ryo, her body pressed close to his as they prepared to move. The closeness was both uncomfortable and intimidating, but she knew better than to protest.

Ryo started the scooter, the engine rumbling to life. As they began to drive through the desolate streets, Sachiko's grip tightened, her anxiety palpable. The night's dangers still lurked around them, but for now, she was shielded by Ryo's presence and the uneasy arrangement they had forged.