Chapter 136: Chapter 136: The Morning Routine

Morning light filtered into the room, casting a soft glow on Sachiko as she finished her shower, feeling refreshed in clean clothes. The smell of freshly washed laundry filled the air, but she hesitated to go outside alone to hang it. The world out there, even with zombies that wouldn't attack her due to Ryo's presence, still filled her with a lingering unease.Sayako, the female zombie, stood as always near where Ryo slept. Her eyes were closed—was she sleeping or merely resting? Sachiko couldn't tell, but the sight was unsettling yet oddly familiar now.

Instead of dwelling on it, she picked up a notebook and pen, deciding to start recording her observations. This was more than just her role as a researcher—she was now Ryo's woman, and this served as both a way to understand the bizarre world they lived in and to keep herself busy, preventing the monotony from taking over.

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Her notes included details about Sayako's behavior, the condition of the zombies around Ryo's base, and her own thoughts. Despite the fear that sometimes surfaced, Sachiko found herself more and more fascinated by the life she now led with Ryo.

Sachiko continued scribbling down her observations, pausing now and then to snap photos with the smartphone Ryo had salvaged from their previous scavenging trip.

Though there was no internet or way to download new apps, the phone was still useful for recording videos and taking pictures—documenting the changes in the zombies, the peculiar way Sayako seemed to function, and the evolution of their strange, shared life.

She made sure to capture details of Sayako's posture, the smoothness of her skin, and how different the zombies at Ryo's base appeared compared to the decaying creatures she'd once encountered in the past. They looked healthier, even alive in some ways. It was something worth studying, even if the tools at her disposal were limited.

With each snap of the camera, Sachiko felt a sense of purpose, even if this was just for her private records. Her research wasn't for anyone else now—just for her, and perhaps, for Ryo.

She found it entertaining when she did this, a hobby that filled her time and kept her mind occupied. However, the urge to go outside and capture more pictures and videos was stifled by fear; she wouldn't dare venture out without Ryo.

Sachiko's heart pounded as she rushed to wake Ryo, gripping the MP5 in her trembling hands. The faint, unmistakable sound of a helicopter echoed in the distance, growing closer. Her mind raced—was it the government? Survivors? She didn't have time to think it through.

"Ryo, wake up!" she hissed, shaking him gently but urgently. Sayako had already snapped into action, vanishing from beside Ryo's bed and reappearing near the front door, her growl echoing through the house. Outside, the other zombies stirred, their guttural growls louder than ever, reacting to the foreign noise above.

Ryo's eyes slowly opened, and Sachiko thrust the MP5 toward him. "There's a helicopter, and the zombies are going crazy," she whispered, trying to contain her panic. "I think someone's coming."

Ryo sat up immediately, his eyes sharp, and grabbed the weapon. His expression was calm, but Sachiko could sense the shift in his demeanor—he was ready for whatever was coming.

Ryo raised his hand, signaling Sachiko to hold still. He approached Sayako, his gaze locking onto the female zombie's pale, white eyes. Slowly, he placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice low and steady. "Calm down," he murmured, keeping his tone authoritative but composed. Sayako's growling lessened, though her tense posture remained.

After slipping into his boots and quickly pulling on a shirt, Ryo grabbed his MP5 and turned to Sachiko, nodding toward the back door. She tightened her grip on her gun, her heart still racing. Silently, she moved into position at the back door as Ryo signaled for her to stay ready. They waited in tense silence, the hum of the helicopter gradually fading into the distance.

Ryo listened intently, scanning the area for any sign of movement. When the helicopter noise finally disappeared completely, he exhaled, his grip loosening slightly on his weapon. "Looks like they're not landing here," he muttered.

Sachiko let out a quiet sigh of relief, but her hand still trembled slightly. Ryo turned to her, his gaze firm. "We need to be ready. That was too close."

Ryo removed his shirt and boots, tossing them aside as he relaxed, though he kept his MP5 close by, placing it just outside the shower. The tension from the earlier helicopter incident still lingered in the air, but now, he focused on cleaning himself, letting the hot water wash away the grime and stress of the morning.

Sachiko, still a little shaken but calmer now, began preparing a hot cup of coffee for Ryo. She moved quietly, her thoughts racing. The faint helicopter sound had been a stark reminder that, even in this fortified base, they were never truly safe. As the water boiled and the rich smell of coffee filled the room, she stole a glance toward the shower.

Ryo was as composed as ever, seemingly unbothered by the morning's events. It reassured her in a way, his unflinching confidence giving her the strength she needed.

Once the coffee was ready, she set it down on the table, waiting for Ryo to emerge from the shower.

Ryo stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his body without a care in the world. He didn't bother grabbing a towel, walking confidently toward the main area. Sachiko, noticing this, couldn't help but smile in amusement. She quickly rushed to get a towel, coming to his side.

Without a word, Sachiko began drying him off, starting with his chest and shoulders. When she reached his manhood, she hesitated for a moment but carefully dried it too. Ryo stood still, watching her with an unreadable expression, allowing her to continue without objection. In his mind, she was his, and her actions felt natural.

Sachiko, focused and delicate with each motion, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she tended to him. This was part of their bond now, something unspoken yet deeply understood between them.

After Sachiko finished drying Ryo's body, he casually headed to the bedroom. He picked out some fresh clothes and pants, dressing himself with ease. Sayako, the ever-loyal female zombie, silently followed his every move. Ryo, accustomed to her presence, didn't pay her much attention. Her loyalty was absolute, and for him, that was enough.

As Ryo dressed, Sachiko was already busy in the kitchen, preparing coffee and a simple breakfast. The familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mixing with the quiet tension that always seemed to linger in the atmosphere of their new life. She placed the cup on the table, setting out a modest meal for the two of them. S~eaʀᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ryo, once dressed, headed toward the table where Sachiko stood waiting. The normalcy of the routine was comforting to both of them, despite the strange world they now lived in.

Ryo wrapped his arm firmly around Sachiko's waist, pulling her close. Sachiko, feeling the warmth of his body, turned her head to look back at him. Without a word, Ryo leaned in, planting a deep, passionate kiss on her lips. Sachiko, without hesitation, returned the kiss, sinking into the moment.

Their connection was undeniable, a blend of survival and desire that tied them together. As their kiss lingered, the world outside their small sanctuary seemed distant, and for that brief moment, it was just the two of them.

Sachiko smiled softly, feeling a deep sense of comfort in Ryo's embrace. She knew how unusual their situation was, especially with Sayako, the female zombie, standing nearby. But Sachiko had grown used to her presence, even though it still felt strange at times. She glanced at Sayako but tried to act casual, focusing on the warmth and security she felt with Ryo.

Despite everything, she couldn't deny how safe she felt with him, even with a zombie always watching over them. Ryo had a way of making everything feel... normal, even in the most unusual circumstances.

Whatever happened, Sachiko had made a silent promise to herself—she would never turn against Ryo. The thought of betraying him never crossed her mind, not after everything they had been through together. Even if the government came for her, trying to bring her back to the stronghold, she would refuse. They had abandoned her, discarded her as if she was nothing.

If it weren't for Ryo, she knew she would have likely ended up dead, just another meal for the hordes of zombies roaming outside.

Ryo had not only given her a reason to survive but also a place where she felt she belonged. No matter what the future held, she would stand by him, loyal and unwavering.

Sachiko looked over at Ryo, who was now sitting at the table, his usual composed demeanor in place. Sayako stood nearby, her pale eyes staring blankly ahead, always vigilant, yet eerily still. The contrast between the two—Ryo's calm presence and Sayako's silent watchfulness—was striking.

Sachiko couldn't help but smile softly. The scene, as strange as it was, had become her new normal. In some way, she had grown used to it, even finding comfort in the oddity of their little family. Ryo, her protector and partner, gave her purpose, while Sayako's presence, though unsettling at first, now felt like an extra layer of security.

Her smile widened as she realized how much had changed in such a short time. From the woman who once feared every step she took outside, to now, standing here, feeling a sense of belonging in this unusual world. The fear that once gripped her had faded, replaced by an unshakable trust in Ryo—and, to some degree, even in Sayako.