Untouched by the Outbreak

The evening cast a tranquil glow over the base, a sense of calm before the storm that was about to unleash its fury. Sakura and Aiko went about their routines, their movements graceful and cautious as they navigated the familiar confines of their sanctuary. Outside, an unsettling silence hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the impending danger that lurked in the shadows.

The base, fortified and secure, provided a sense of solace to the two women, but little did they know that their peaceful evening was about to take a dark turn.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine shattered the silence, sending shockwaves through the base. Sakura and Aiko exchanged worried glances, their eyes widening in recognition of the distinctive sound. With cautious steps, they approached the window, their hearts pounding as they spotted a helicopter approaching their base.

This was no ordinary aircraft, but a military helicopter bearing the insignia of a special forces unit—an ominous sign of things to come.

The helicopter hovered overhead, its rotors whipping up dust and creating a whirlwind of confusion. From its belly emerged a team of heavily armed soldiers, their faces hidden behind tactical gear, their weapons aimed directly at the base. The soldiers swiftly climbed down from the helicopter, their boots hitting the ground with purpose.

They moved with precision and efficiency, their eyes scanning the perimeter for any signs of resistance.

The soldiers approached the front door, their weapons raised and ready. With a well-coordinated breach, they entered the base, their footsteps echoing in the confines of the structure. The interior was quiet, too quiet, and their senses were immediately alert. Their eyes landed on Sakura and Aiko, the two women who inhabited the base.
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"Where is the man?" demanded the team leader, his voice harsh and authoritative.

Sakura and Aiko, taken aback by the intrusion, exchanged a brief glance. "What man?" Sakura asked, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins.

The soldiers, realizing their target was not present, knew they had to act fast. The sound of the helicopter was attracting unwanted attention, and they could already hear the distant moans of the undead drawing closer. The team leader contacted their base, his voice urgent. "Target is not here. We have two women. Requesting further instructions."

The base commander's response was swift and ruthless. "Neutralize the eye witnesses. Leave no one alive. We can't risk them exposing our operation. Proceed with caution."

The soldiers, their faces hidden behind tactical gear, stood poised, their weapons aimed directly at Sakura and Aiko. A tense silence hung in the air, the only sound being the distant moans of the undead. "Who are you looking for?" Aiko asked, her voice steady and laced with courage.

Sakura, her eyes narrowing with suspicion, raised her Glock and aimed it directly at the team leader. Her finger tightened on the trigger, ready to fire. But before she could pull the trigger, the soldier was faster. A burst of gunfire echoed through the room, and Sakura fell, her body slumping to the ground. Aiko, her eyes widening in shock, brought up her gun to return fire, but it was too late.

The soldiers, trained for such scenarios, reacted swiftly. Bullets riddled her body, and she collapsed next to Sakura, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.

As the world dimmed around her, Aiko thoughts turned to Ryo. She pictured his face, his unwavering strength, and the deep love they shared. "Ryo... stay safe... keep fighting..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the fading sounds of the battle. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she closed her eyes, her body growing limp.

As the soldiers prepared to evacuate, the sound of approaching zombies grew louder. The undead, drawn by the noise and commotion, were closing in, their relentless march an ever-present threat. One of the soldiers, his face haunted by the events that had just transpired, spoke up, his voice filled with anguish.

"I didn't sign up to kill civilians," he muttered, his eyes darting between the bodies of Sakura and Aiko.

The team leader, his expression hardened by years of combat, turned to the soldier. "We did what we had to. Our mission is to eliminate any potential threats, and that's what we've done. Now, we need to move. The zombies are getting closer, and we have a job to finish."

The soldier nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. He knew the harsh realities of their line of work, but that didn't make it any easier. With a heavy heart, he followed the team leader out of the base, their footsteps hurried as they fought their way through the encroaching horde of zombies.

The team leader contacted the base one last time. "Eye witnesses neutralized. No sign of the target. Over."

The base commander's response was grim but expected. "Understood. Extract any useful information and proceed to the next location. We need to find him, dead or alive."

The soldiers, their mission only partially successful, retreated from the base. They fought their way through the encroaching horde of zombies, their guns blazing and machetes slicing through rotting flesh. The night air was alive with the sounds of gunfire and the guttural moans of the undead. The helicopter, its rotors still spinning, provided cover fire as the soldiers made their escape.

The team leader, his face set in a grim expression, contacted the base one last time. "Mission incomplete. Returning to base. Over."

With the last of the soldiers aboard, the helicopter lifted off, its powerful rotors kicking up dust and debris. It soared into the night sky, the sounds of the battle fading away as they headed back to their headquarters. The soldiers, their faces illuminated by the flashing lights of the helicopter, knew that their work was not yet done.

They had failed to capture Ryo, and the weight of that failure would bear down on them as they formulated their next move.

In the aftermath, the base lay in ruins, the bodies of Sakura and Aiko lying still amidst the chaos. The silence that followed was broken only by the moans of wandering zombies, their footsteps heavy as they stumbled through the wreckage of what was once a safe haven.

Ryo, unaware of the tragic events that had transpired, continued his mission elsewhere. He found himself in a deserted grocery store, stocking up on supplies. As he wandered the aisles, he muttered to himself, "Oh, this is good. Sakura said she wanted this." He picked up a few cans of her favorite food and placed them in his bag.

He then made his way to the wine section, a faint smile crossing his face as he recalled Aiko's request. "Ah, this is the wine Aiko wanted. I better get it for them," he said, humming a soft tune as he added a few bottles to his cart.

The zombies, drawn to the noise and activity, had surrounded the store, but they paid no attention to Ryo. He moved with ease among them, unfazed by their presence, almost as if he were one of them. With a strange sense of comfort, he greeted the zombies happily, a wide smile on his face. "Hey, guys! How's it going?

Don't worry, I'll be out of here soon, and we can all go for a nice, long walk together," he said, his voice friendly and cheerful.

Ryo continued gathering supplies, moving effortlessly through the crowd of zombies. He picked up canned goods, humming to himself, and even patted a zombie on the back as he passed by. The surreal scene brought him a sense of peace, almost as if Sakura and Aiko were still with him, their presence guiding his actions.

He felt a strange connection to these undead creatures, as if they were all part of the same tragic world.

But soon, the harsh reality of their loss would hit him like a ton of bricks. The weight of their sacrifice would crush his heart, and the memories of their laughter and love would forever be tinged with sorrow and grief.

Amidst the darkness, a burning desire for vengeance would ignite within him, fueling his determination to protect what remained of their sanctuary and to avenge their deaths, no matter the cost.