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and even though the apocalypse had made many of her earlier habits

useless, it had not taken away her ability to organize people and

resources. She worked with Yan to label containers, record the amounts

of food used each day, and identify the items that should be replaced

before they ran out. She made sure the child had meals suited to her

needs and that the adults did not quietly skip food because they were

busy. Bai respected the system even when she complained that too many

lists were being made. She also followed it, though she would rather

have been caught fighting a dozen zombies than admit that a good

inventory saved time.

The self-sustaining apartment did not mean they could stop worrying

about the outside world. There was only so much space for fresh food,

and the backup systems still needed occasional replacement parts. Their

stored supplies were enough to support them for a long time if they were

careful, but they were not infinite. Bai had already started preparing

for future supply trips, checking the equipment they would need and

making sure the routes out of the building were clear. She did not tell

the others every detail of her plans. Some of the supplies she had

access to were stored in her personal space, and she had no intention of

explaining the full extent of that ability just because everyone was

living together comfortably.

Yan noticed that certain supplies seemed to appear just when they were

needed. A fresh package of seals turned up after Bai said they were

running low. A replacement part for one of the portable power units

appeared in a container that Yan did not remember seeing before. Bai

always had an ordinary explanation ready, and Yan did not press her. She

had learned that the other woman sometimes kept things to herself, and

she was not about to turn every unexplained convenience into a test of

trust. If Bai wanted to tell her something, she would. Until then, Yan

was content to judge Bai by what she did, and what Bai did every day

gave her little reason to doubt that the other woman was looking out for

all of them.

Their daily work gave them plenty of opportunities to be close without

either admitting that the closeness mattered. Yan would kneel beside Bai

to hold a panel steady, her hair falling forward over one shoulder. Bai

would reach out without looking and tuck it away from the place where

she was working. Sometimes Yan would pass a tool and let her fingers

rest against Bai’s for a moment longer than necessary. Sometimes Bai

would notice that Yan’s hands were cold and hand her a pair of gloves,

claiming that cold fingers made people clumsy. Yan would wear the gloves

while smiling down at them, even if they were too large.

They also found reasons to sit together when the work was done. Yan

might bring a book or a notebook to the living room, and Bai would claim

the neighboring seat because the light was better there. Bai might sort

supplies at the table, and Yan would choose the chair beside her instead

of the one on the other side. If one of them got up, the other often

looked up to see where she was going. Neither did anything that could be

called a confession. They were not a couple, and both seemed determined

to leave that fact untouched, even as their attention to each other

became more obvious by the day.

One afternoon, Yan found Bai checking the balcony door seals for the

third time. The first inspection had been careful, the second had been

reasonable, and the third was plainly unnecessary. Yan put down the

cloth she had been using to clean the counter and walked over.

"What are you looking for now?"

"A gap."

"You checked for a gap this morning."

"That was before the temperature changed."

Yan looked at the sealed edge. "The temperature changed by about two

degrees."

"That can still affect the seal."

"Bai Li."

Bai looked up. Yan held out a cup of water. Bai glanced at it, then back

at the door.

"Drink first," Yan said.

"In a minute."

"Now."

Bai looked as though she was considering whether to argue. Then she took

the cup and drank half of it in one go.

Yan waited until she lowered it. "Was that difficult?"

"Very."

"I’m proud of you."

Bai handed the cup back with a level look. "You are enjoying this too

much."

"I enjoy many things. Watching you obey simple instructions is becoming

one of them."

Bai’s eyes narrowed a little, but she could not hide the smile

threatening at the edge of her mouth. "Be careful. I might start giving

you instructions too."

"You already do. You just disguise them as practical advice."

"And you always follow them."

Yan tilted her head. "Do I?"

Bai looked at her for a long second. "Usually."

It was a small exchange, harmless enough on the surface, but it left a

warm tension between them. Yan was the first to look away, pretending to

inspect the balcony latch. Bai returned to the seal, though she had

forgotten what she had been checking.

Lili’s Place in the Household

Lili had settled into the apartment so naturally that it was easy to

forget how frightening the first days had been for her. She still woke

sometimes from bad dreams, and sudden noises could make her go quiet,

but the adults had worked hard to make the home predictable. Breakfast

happened at roughly the same time. Her little tasks were written on a

paper chart near the kitchen. She knew where her clothes were kept,

which books she could read, and where she should go if the emergency

lights came on. Bai had made sure the child understood that these

routines were not a punishment. They were ways to make the world feel

less random.

The toy toolbox became

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TO BE CONTINUED.