The house stayed quiet after my little speech.
It was almost rewarding to see the survivors adjusting so quickly once the rules were made clear.
Instead of thinking that they owned the place because of sheer numbers, they moved through the rooms with care, placing each step with intention and keeping their voices low when they spoke at all.
Doors stayed partially open so they could watch the hallway without being seen too easily, and no one stayed in one place long enough to draw attention.
Well... my attention.
Baby had been moved into a side room and left there with his wounds wrapped. Someone had taken the time to bandage him properly, but no one stayed to help him further. It was almost as if they couldn't decide if they wanted to keep him alive or not.
