Gu Han had spent the entire morning preparing for Shen Rouxi's arrival.
The reports from the outer streets had come in before sunrise. Zombies were shifting east again, turning toward the marked subjects even after the vehicles stopped. The men he had stationed near the old commercial road had seen more dead leaving the city centre than at any point in the last month.
Everything was working.
Not perfectly, but well enough.
Rouxi had finally left her mansion.
Gu Han stood in front of the largest house in the cul-de-sac with twelve armed men behind him and more watching from the rooftops. The street had been cleared. The bodies had been removed. Everyone without a weapon had been ordered indoors before the SUV arrived.
He wanted Rouxi to see order.
Walls.
People who followed instructions.
A settlement that could survive because one person made the decisions and everyone else understood their place.
