There wasn't anything else to say after that.
I had been blunt. If they wanted to keep the house then it was up to them to do it. I knew that I could do it on my own, but now that I was... bending to the idea of living with these four men, they also had to fight for what was theirs.
If they wanted to keep the house, then they would. If they didn't, then we'd deal with it when it happened. Sitting here staring at broken furniture and blood on the walls wasn't going to fix anything.
And it wasn't going to fix itself.
The military would come back, that part wasn't even a question. The real issue was... when.
I looked around the room again, slower this time, taking in everything that Meilan and the zombies had managed to destroy in a single night. Chenghai was right. This whole thing was now a write-off.
Even if we cleaned the blood and got rid of the smell, the holes in the house itself wasn't something I could ignore anymore.
