The manor's walls were tall and thick, built from sturdy brick and stone.
A ring of sharp, rusted barbed wire was coiled on top.
Inside, the lights were bright, and the grounds were clean and tidy. Compared to the squalid dwellings of the survivors outside, it was like a completely different world.
At the manor's gate, two guards were leaning lazily against the wall.
Their weapons lay casually to the side. They were supposed to be watching for any sign of trouble around the manor, but their expressions were now weary.
After all, this was the time of night when drowsiness was at its strongest.
The two of them paid it no mind.
After all, with their lord present, who would be suicidal enough to try and break into the manor?
"Old Zhang, you keep watch. My stomach's killing me, I'm gonna hit the latrine."
A man with a hideous scar on his face said to his companion, clutching his stomach.
"Yeah, yeah, you're always something else. Go on, but make it quick!"
