Untouched by the Outbreak

It had been a month since winter had settled in, cover everything in a cold, relentless freeze. In Japan, winter lasted three months, and the biting chill had begun to seep into every corner of their lives. Ryo and Sachiko were growing bored with the monotony of being stuck indoors.

There wasn't much to do besides maintaining the heat and power for their home and Ryo's zombie army scattered around the area.

Every evening, Ryo had a routine: checking the heaters he had placed in houses that contained hordes of Striders and Brutes, ensuring the important zombies he commanded remained active and healthy. He had to keep those hordes alive, knowing they were vital to protecting his base and territory. The bitter cold meant constant upkeep—fuel for the heaters had to be refilled daily.

His house, powered by solar energy, was beginning to show signs of strain. The solar battery bank was running low, and the sun was hidden behind thick clouds more often than not. With limited sunlight during the short winter days, Ryo had no choice but to run the generator to charge the battery bank.

He spent the evening listening to the hum of the generator as it pumped power back into the batteries, keeping his house warm and his devices operational. Sachiko sat beside him, watching him quietly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm.

"Still nothing to do, huh?" she sighed, glancing out at the snow-covered streets. The world outside was frozen, silent, and deadly, full of zombies lurking in the cold.

Ryo glanced at her, his usual smirk on his face. "We'll get through it. Besides, once winter is over, things will heat up in more ways than one." He winked, earning a small laugh from Sachiko.

Sachiko was beginning to feel the weight of the slow days. The monotony of their routine was wearing on her, and though she loved the intimate moments with Ryo, even that was becoming repetitive. She smiled, thinking of how careful he was during her fertile days, making sure they avoided anything that could lead to unexpected consequences. In their world, raising a child was not an option.

Her boredom led her to pick up a book, though she found it hard to focus. Sometimes, she'd switch between reading, watching the videos they had recorded, or plugging in her headphones to listen to music—one of the few luxuries Ryo had managed to stockpile in great quantity.

He had found a stash of them during one of his scavenging trips, a surprising bounty in a world where survival had become the priority over simple pleasures like music.

She scrolled through her playlist, tapping her foot to the beat, but her mind kept drifting. The long winter felt never-ending, and the isolation was starting to get to her. There was something about the silence, the cold, and the endless days trapped inside that made time seem to stretch on indefinitely.

Occasionally, she glanced at Ryo, who was busy with his usual routine of maintaining their power supply and ensuring the zombies guarding their home remained in check. She admired his focus, his ability to handle the pressure of keeping them safe. But deep down, she longed for more—something to break the routine, to add excitement to their days.

Sighing, Sachiko closed her book and lay back on the couch, her headphones drowning out the hum of the generator outside. There was no escape from the cold, no escape from the days that seemed to blur together. But for now, she had Ryo, and that was enough to keep her going.

Ryo and Sachiko made their way to the supply room, where rows of fuel gallons were neatly arranged. The smell of gasoline lingered in the air as Sachiko inspected the containers, making sure the fuel inside wasn't evaporating or leaking. Ryo was counting the stock carefully, knowing that each gallon would be critical in the coming weeks.

After checking everything, Ryo seemed satisfied with their current stock. "Looks like we've got enough for now," he said, his voice calm but thoughtful. "But once the winter's over, I'll need to head out and restock. Maybe siphon from abandoned cars or hit the fuel stations again."

Sachiko leaned against the doorframe, listening to him as he calculated their next steps. She knew how much Ryo relied on keeping everything running smoothly. His precision was one of the reasons they'd survived this long.

Ryo then paused for a moment before speaking again. "Sooner or later, though, the oil in the stations is going to dry up, or worse, go bad. We'll be stuck without fuel eventually."

Sachiko raised an eyebrow, sensing his concern. "What do you think we should do?"

"We'll need more battery banks. Once the fuel's gone, solar power is going to be the only reliable source. Most of the stores haven't been touched—especially the ones selling solar panels, batteries, and all the tech from before the outbreak. Might be worth checking those out again."

Sachiko nodded. She remembered how Ryo had mentioned earlier that most survivors avoided going to the stores due to the speed and aggressiveness of the new mutant zombies. But Ryo was different. His immunity, along with the zombies he controlled, allowed him access to places no one else could safely explore.

"If we're going to keep everything running, we'll need to secure more panels and batteries. That way, we won't have to rely on the generator as much," Ryo continued, already making mental notes for their next scavenging trip once the weather cleared.

Sachiko smiled. Despite the endless winter outside, she admired Ryo's ability to think ahead. "Alright, once things thaw out, we'll hit those stores," she said, already imagining the piles of untouched supplies waiting for them.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Ken sat inside a small apartment room, the only light coming from the heater that filled the room with warmth. Blankets were scattered across the floor, along with cans of food and bottles of water he had scavenged over the past few weeks.

Surrounding him were a group of female zombies—15 in total, including his former girlfriend—who followed his every command, bound to him through twisted acts of lust.

Ken had figured out his unique situation early on, during the first days of the outbreak. His girlfriend had turned into a zombie while they were in bed, and out of sheer panic and confusion, Ken found himself still able to interact with her—sexually. From there, he discovered that after fucking a female zombie and ejaculating inside her, they would not attack him.

Instead, they became his loyal followers, protecting him as he roamed the streets in search of food and supplies.

Now, his apartment had become a haven, where Ken indulged in his depraved desires. The female zombies were faster and slightly stronger than the average zombies outside, but Ken wasn't stupid—he avoided any encounters with the Striders or Creepers, the more dangerous mutations he had seen roaming the streets at night.

He kept himself safe by locking himself in the apartment when he wasn't scavenging, with his harem of undead women guarding him from any potential threats.

Panting heavily, Ken lay back, catching his breath after another round with one of his female zombies. His body glistened with sweat, and the dark, empty eyes of the zombie stared blankly as she knelt beside him. "Damn, that was good," he muttered to himself, grinning as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

There was something about the taste of the female zombies that kept him coming back for more, something twisted and primal.

He still remembered the day he met Ryo, the only other survivor he had encountered in months. Ken had been caught in the act, fucking one of the zombies in his makeshift bedroom when Ryo kicked the door open, gun drawn. In a panic, Ken had tried to command his female zombies to attack, but none of them moved, frozen in fear of Ryo's presence.

It was in that moment that Ken realized Ryo had a power he couldn't comprehend, something that made even zombies cower.

Ryo had spared him that day, but not without a warning. He made it clear that Ken was not to touch his woman, Sachiko, or come near his base. Ken had quickly agreed, grateful to have avoided a fatal encounter. But now, as he sat in his room, the one question that lingered in his mind was where exactly Ryo's town was. He had never asked, too caught up in the tension of the moment.

With a twisted smile, Ken glanced around at the female zombies lounging in the room. For now, his world was small, confined to these walls and the undead women who served him. But a part of him couldn't shake the curiosity about Ryo, about the power he held over the zombies—and whether it could ever be his.

Ken felt a surge of arousal as his eyes roamed over the female zombies lounging around him. After countless sessions of him ejaculating inside them, their skin had become unnaturally smooth, free of any blemishes or signs of decay. Their bodies looked almost human, except for their pitch-black eyes that stared blankly ahead.

What surprised Ken the most was that none of them smelled like corpses anymore. It was as if his repeated interactions with them had somehow restored a part of their humanity—at least physically.

With a twisted grin on his face, Ken grabbed one of the zombies by the arm and dragged her toward him. Her body was limp, her eyes emotionless, but that didn't matter to him. As he pressed her against the floor, the excitement coursed through him. One by one, he had been taking turns with his "girls," enjoying every moment.

To him, they had become perfect companions—silent, obedient, and always ready for him.

He no longer thought of wanting or needing a human woman. What was the point? Humans were complicated, full of needs, emotions, and, worst of all, judgments. But his "girls"—they were different. They were his to use, to enjoy, without the burden of communication or relationships. They were superb in every way that mattered to Ken.

Each of them had their own unique feel, their own way of responding to him as he fucked them, but none of them ever resisted or complained. It was a twisted paradise he had carved out for himself in the chaos of the outbreak.

As he thrust into the zombie beneath him, he let out a groan of pleasure. The sensation was intoxicating, her smooth skin and cold body sending shivers down his spine. This was his life now—a life of depravity and control. And as far as Ken was concerned, he didn't need anything or anyone else.

Ken pressed his lips against the cold, smooth skin of the female zombie beneath him, feeling a rush of twisted satisfaction as there was no bad taste, no sign of decay. Her body was unresponsive, yet pliant, as he groped her chest, enjoying the unnatural softness. It was strange how their bodies had changed, becoming more appealing to him after all these weeks.

He didn't question it anymore—he simply embraced it.

As he indulged in his dark desires, he glanced around the room. The other female zombies were surrounding him, standing still, their black eyes watching with eerie stillness, as if waiting patiently for their turn. Ken smirked to himself. This was the life he never thought he'd have—total control, no limits, no rules. These "girls" belonged to him, and only him.

He loved every moment of it. No more worrying about society, laws, or relationships. The world had crumbled, but for Ken, that meant freedom—freedom to enjoy his "girls" without judgment. His hands roamed the zombie's body, savoring the sensation as he continued his twisted act of dominance.

The room was his sanctuary, a place where he could indulge in his deepest, most depraved fantasies without fear of consequence.

Ken let out a contented sigh, relishing the moment. This life, filled with pleasure and control, was exactly what he wanted. His "girls" were everything he needed now.