It had been three days.
Three days inside the house, and no one had killed anyone yet.
I considered that to be a huge success.
The routine settled without anyone really agreeing on it. Xu Zhenlan and Zhou Chenghai spent most of their time monitoring the house and watching the news, while Jian Yuche and Wei Lingyun move between checking the perimeter and reinforcing whatever Chenghai decided needed attention.
It was clear that they didn't trust each other, but they've stopped acting like it mattered anymore.
The only annoying thing was that the television stayed on almost constantly.
Every channel showed the same thing: cities overwhelmed, emergency services gone, and the governments repeating the same instructions over and over again: stay inside, do not leave, help is coming.
I didn't bother to watch it.
Instead, I stayed on the couch with my phone, scrolling through short dramas, movies, and anything else that was still accessible.
