The front door closed behind Rouxi and the men without a single sound.
For a moment, no one spoke.
The house finally felt empty again for the first time since Zhenlan and the others had decided to open the gates to let 23 survivors into their world.
There was still a smell of 'others' that caused Rouxi to wrinkle her nose, but a few scented candles would fix all that. The important thing was that everything was now back to normal. Her home was hers again.
The noise of the convoy had already faded. The gunfire was gone and even the distant dragging sounds had thinned out into almost nothing.
Lingyun kicked the door once, testing the lock before turning away. "Well, that was fun," he muttered, rolling his shoulders like he had just come back from a workout instead of a collapsing perimeter with zombies ready to eat him.
