I stood in front of the door, making sure that it was closed behind me, as I watched Commander Li's knee jerk reactions.
It was amazing what you could learn about a person when they were under pressure, and this was definitely a man that was under pressure.
But I had to hand it to him. He never flinched, he never hesitated, and he never let his men make fatal mistakes.
I never knew him in my past life, but he would be one of the very few men worthy of command.
The gunfire was constant now, layered and overlapping, until it was all I could hear. Li's soldiers held their positions on the porch, their rifles raised, and their bodies angled for stability as they fired and reloaded in practiced rhythm.
But they hadn't learned the first lesson about a zombie apocalypse. Guns were pretty much useless unless it was as a last resort. Bullets, once fired, could never be used again.
They were just wasting their supplies, and not having anything show for it.
