Untouched by the Outbreak

Ryo took out his tactical knife, gripping it tightly as he realized that his MP5 would be useless against this one. The female zombie's agility was far beyond anything he'd encountered before, and she wasn't just fast—she was toying with them.

"Brute, attack!" Ryo commanded, calling forth his most powerful zombies.

The Brutes, large and menacing with their brute strength, lumbered forward with raw force. But as powerful as they were, they were slower compared to the Striders, and this female zombie dodged their blows with ease, leaping out of their way like it was child's play.

Every time a Brute swung its massive arms toward her, she effortlessly danced around them, making it look as though she were engaged in some kind of twisted training exercise.

"She's playing with us…" Ryo muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. This wasn't just a test of strength anymore—this was something else.

His mind raced. The female zombie wasn't attacking him or his army directly, but she wasn't backing down either. It was as if she was waiting for something, testing the limits of her newfound abilities. And Ryo could see it in her movements—there was intelligence behind those eerie white eyes.

He held his tactical knife ready, knowing full well that if this confrontation continued like this, it would only be a matter of time before she did something unexpected. Ryo stepped forward cautiously, keeping his eyes locked on her. This was no longer just an experiment gone right—it was something beyond his control.

"Come on, then," Ryo muttered, preparing for the worst, the knife glinting in his hand as the female zombie continued to dance around the Brutes, waiting for her next move.

Suddenly, the female zombie vanished before Ryo's eyes. His heart raced as he quickly scanned his surroundings, commanding the Striders to form a protective circle around him. But it was too late—she had already slipped through their defense.

Ryo felt a sharp nip on his neck, followed by a strange sensation. His body tensed, expecting pain, but there was none. Instead, the female zombie was... licking him. Her bite hadn't been an attack. She was nipping and licking his neck, almost like she was cleaning it, as if removing dirt or marking him in some bizarre ritual.

"What the hell…?" Ryo whispered, his mind racing with confusion. This was unlike anything he had ever seen. The bite wasn't meant to hurt him. She was treating him… differently. Almost intimately.

The Striders stood in place, unsure of what to do, as even they sensed this strange interaction wasn't an attack. The female zombie's behavior was eerie and unsettling. She wasn't a mindless, aggressive creature—she was something else now. Something more.

Ryo felt a shiver run down his spine. The experiment had succeeded in ways he hadn't anticipated.

Ryo was in shock, his body frozen as the female zombie wrapped her arms around him, her cold touch pressing against his skin. He could feel her breath as she licked his neck, moving slowly towards the back of his ear. The sensation sent a jolt through him—not of fear, but of something far more confusing.

He turned around, forcing himself to face her, to understand what was happening. As his eyes met hers, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Her once-pale, lifeless skin now had a strange, alluring beauty. There was no sign of decay, no ghastly appearance that marked her as one of the undead.

Her skin was smooth, and her body radiated a faint fragrance—something faintly floral, as if she had been washed clean of the death that surrounded her.

Ryo stared, trying to make sense of it all. How could this zombie—a creature of death—appear so… alive? So perfect?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her white eyes gazed at him with something he couldn't quite place. It wasn't hunger, and it wasn't the mindless stare of a regular zombie. There was something else. Some strange connection that only deepened the mystery of the experiment.

He was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the surreal and unnerving intimacy of the moment.

Sachiko stood frozen by the window, her heart racing as she watched the events unfold. The female zombie moved with such terrifying speed that it seemed faster than the Striders, leaping and vanishing in an instant, only to reappear behind Ryo. Sachiko's breath caught in her throat as she witnessed the zombie biting Ryo's neck.

Her mind screamed in panic.

Without thinking, she grabbed the gun Ryo had given her for protection, her hands shaking as she rushed to the door. She could barely process what she was seeing—this female zombie, so different from the others, was not attacking Ryo in the way she feared. Still, she couldn't risk it.

Sachiko burst through the door, her grip tightening on the gun as she aimed it directly at the zombie. Her heart pounded in her chest, every instinct telling her to shoot, to protect Ryo.

"Let him go!" she shouted, her voice trembling with fear and adrenaline.

But as she stared down the barrel, her vision blurred with disbelief. The zombie wasn't tearing into Ryo. It wasn't like the others. Instead, it was… holding him. Hugging him, licking his neck like some strange, twisted display of affection.

Sachiko's hand wavered on the trigger, unsure of what to do next.

As the female zombie lunged toward Sachiko, Ryo's voice cut through the chaos. "Don't attack her!" he shouted urgently. "Sachiko is my woman!"

The female zombie froze mid-stride, her eyes still white but now filled with a strange, almost understanding look. She halted her advance, turning her attention back to Ryo.

Sachiko, still trembling, kept the gun trained on the zombie but was momentarily taken aback by Ryo's command. She looked at him, confusion and fear etched on her face. "Ryo, what's going on? Why is she—"

Ryo quickly stepped between Sachiko and the female zombie, his eyes locked on the latter. "This zombie is different. I'm not sure what's happening, but she's reacting to me in ways I didn't expect. Just hold your position for now. I'll handle this."

Sachiko nodded, though her hands were still shaking. She was torn between her instinct to protect Ryo and her fear of the unknown zombie.

Ryo turned his attention back to the female zombie,Ryo's frustration boiled over as he grabbed the female zombie by her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. "How dare you try to attack Sachiko!" he snapped, his voice laced with anger. "She is my woman!"

The female zombie, held tightly by Ryo, looked up at him with her white eyes. Despite her lack of a human response, there was a brief, unsettling moment of stillness as if she were processing his anger.

Sachiko watched in horror and confusion, her grip on the gun wavering. She was unsure whether to intervene or remain passive, her emotions a tangled mess of fear and concern for both Ryo and the strange zombie.

Ryo's eyes bore into the female zombie's as he continued to hold her. "You will follow my commands" he growled, his tone brooking no argument. "Understand?"

The female zombie, though devoid of typical human reactions, remained still, her body tense under Ryo's grip.

Ryo's smirk grew wider as he tightened his grip on the female zombie's hair. The ease with which he controlled her, even as she evaded others, was both satisfying and unsettling. He leaned closer, his breath warm against the female zombie's ear.

"You should follow my command and my command only," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "Or else…"

He leaned in even closer, whispering directly into her ear, "You won't get my essence."

Ryo pulled back slightly, his smirk turning into a full-blown, almost cruel laugh. The thought of having this powerful, elusive creature at his mercy, completely under his control, seemed to amuse him greatly. The power he wielded over the female zombie was intoxicating, and he reveled in the dominance he held.

Ryo stood tall, his smirk unwavering as he stared at the female zombie. "hey," he challenged, his tone dripping with arrogance. "come,Attack me."

To his surprise, the female zombie did not heed his challenge. Instead, with a swift, almost playful movement, she leaped behind him. Before Ryo could react, she nipped and licked his neck again, her touch both surprising and unsettling.

The sensation was a mix of eeriness and curiosity, as the female zombie's behavior seemed more like an attempt to please him rather than a threat. Ryo felt a shiver run down his spine, not from fear, but from the realization that this zombie was not only powerful but also seemingly responsive to his commands in a way he hadn't anticipated.

Ryo stood still for a moment, feeling the strange but oddly gentle licks of the female zombie against his neck. He questioned himself silently, "Does this zombie now follow my command?" The way she acted—hesitant to attack, yet drawn to him with an almost obsessive need—confused him.

His earlier commands seemed to have an effect, but this behavior was something else entirely. Was she now loyal to him in more than just submission? Her actions made it seem like she had developed a deep, unbreakable bond with him, far beyond what he expected from the experiment.

But Ryo wasn't about to let his guard down. If she followed his commands now, then maybe there was more he could push her to do.

"Maybe this is just the beginning," he thought, still trying to comprehend the potential evolution taking place before his eyes.