Fat Man's Doomsday Safe House

Traveling through the zombie apocalypse, I obtained an absolute safe house, but found that I was the biggest liability. Until that woman who kills zombies like chopping vegetables came to my door and wanted to make a deal with me: "Your house belongs to me, and your life... Will be kept for the time being." I wanted to lie down and collect the rent, but instead I found a lunatic who used bombs to hold concerts. Now, the cool goddess of war and the rock-crazy tenant are fighting over who should sleep on the sofa in my 4.5-Square-meter kingdom. And I, the most cowardly landlord in history, must learn how to rule two "gods."