After dealing with a black-market takeover, a zombie horde, several assassination attempts, and the discovery that the Devourer had apparently installed invisible tracking devices inside my leg, I decided I had contributed enough to society for one day.
Probably an entire decade if I was honest.
"I'm going to the couch," I announced the moment we entered the mansion.
Not one of the guys argued with me, and that was how I knew I looked terrible.
Chenghai carried the boxes of Blu-rays and snacks inside while Yuche sealed the mansion behind us. Metal settled into place beneath the doors and windows, and the plants closed over the outer barrier until the rest of the world disappeared again.
Zhenlan paused near the garage long enough to confirm that the injured man was still secured inside the reinforced metal box Yuche had made for him. The stranger might have shared my terrible taste in zombie bites, but that didn't earn him access to my house.
