Chenghai did not sleep that night. Or the night before that. In fact, he had yet to sleep since waking up in a place that he was finally realizing was his old home.
Not that anyone seemed to notice his lack of sleep.
The mansion remained strangely calm despite the constant stream of information pouring through the radios spread across the dining room table. Static crackled softly through the room while he continued making notes across several maps and notebooks he had gathered from around the house.
Supply routes.
Evacuation corridors.
Military fallback positions.
Safe zones.
Or what passed for safe now.
The problem was that he didn't remember any of this. It didn't line up with what he knew and he hated that.
Before all... this.... he and Zhenlan had gone with the military when they went door to door. They had fought tooth and nail to become as powerful as they had. They survived what would have killed most people.
They had died.
