The SUV rolled to a stop in front of the house just after noon, three days since they first left the mansion.
Zhou Chenghai cut the engine, but none of them moved right away. They had spent the drive back expecting a fight waiting on the other side of the door and figuring out what they needed to do to make sure things went their way.
The supplies that they had risked everything for were stacked in the back, weapons that they had found on dead bodies were close at hand, and every muscle in their bodies still held the strain of the last three days.
They had gone out to get supplies, not knowing what was in store for them. But now... now they were even more sure that Rouxi had been right from the start.
The world had changed, and now, humans couldn't be trusted.
Chenghai looked up at the long driveway in front of them. The house looked wrong.
