"Check your weapons. You're permitted to use ballistic weapons, but only under extreme circumstances. We don't want their undead asses chasing us."
"Aye, aye, Lieutenant."
The rookies responded in unison. Still, Lieutenant Carr didn't bother looking at them.
While the soldiers checked their gear, Carr lit his remaining cigarette to calm his rage.
I'm a lieutenant, not your errand boy, bitch.
His raven hair blew in the wind as he recalled the conversation he had with Michael's second-in-command. Or as he called her, bitch.
He never liked Neha. Unlike others who wanted to establish themselves, she only knew how to mooch. So much so that she turned Michael into a lovesick fool.
Carr didn't know how she did it, but that only fueled his dislike of her.
His dislike wasn't a secret. Perhaps that's why she was sending him out of the base. The message was clear. He would not be part of the zombie king assault.
