Dead Life (Book 3) by D. Harrison Schleicher Page B

General left orders that under no circumstances were these gates to be opened.”
                  “Did you see that helicopter take off a few minutes ago?”
                  “Yes sir.”
                  “That was the General. He's gone. The Colonel is dead. That leaves me in charge of this mess. Questions?”
              The guards looked at each other then looked to me. “No sir.”
                  “Then move away from the gate and help get rid of these zombies.”
                  The two guards went to one side of the gate and I went to the other. The press of zombies that had been at the gate started to spread out along the fence. The zombies were tugging and pushing at the fence trying to get at the men. The constant moaning increased as they struggled against one another for position.
                  “Alright men, remember, those things are already dead. Those aren't your comrades anymore. They're the undead and we're doing them a favor. Aim for the head. Ready, take aim. OPEN FIRE!”
                  The sound of the gunfire was deafening as we all started shooting at once. The first line of zombies went down as the ones behind tried to take their places at the fence, only to be shot down before they were able to climb over the fallen. It was a gruesome sight of the zombies stepping up to the fence covered in the blood and brains from the zombies in front of them. The shooting seemed to go on forever. In reality we'd been firing on the zombies for less than two minutes. I called for a cease fire.
                  “Let's not tear this fence up anymore than we already have. Put the barrel of you rifle through the fencing. All that noise will bring the rest of them in. Remember men; single shots and aim for the head.”
                  It didn't take long for more zombies to show their ugly faces. We ended up at the fence for about fifteen minutes. It took that long for the steady stream of zombies coming to the fence to slow to a trickle. No one was sure how many soldiers and civilians were in the compound, but we'd killed over two hundred at the fence.
                  “Looks like it's time to go Sergeant. Get the men in the truck and let's go. Tell them to stay alert. There's going to be more of them in there.”
                  As if to confirm that, a zombie stumbled from behind a building. The sergeant pulled his revolver and calmly shot it.
                  “We're going for the cafeteria Sergeant. All we want from here is food and water. In and out.”
                  I climbed into the cab of the truck and was greeted by an attractive little redheaded Corporal. I looked into her eyes as I turned to get situated in the seat.
                  “Sir you might want to close that.”
                  My mouth snapped shut and I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment.
                  “The door sir. Close the door.”
                  “What's your name soldier?” I needed to get back on task.
                  “Corporal Lily Flowers sir.”
                  “Head for the cafeteria.” I said with a smile on my face. “If anyone steps in front of this vehicle, run them down. I'm not expecting to be finding any survivors in here.”
                  No sooner had I said that than someone stepped in front of the truck. It was definitely a zombie. The Corporal steered the truck a little to the right and ran it down. I looked in my side view mirror and saw the crushed body roll out from behind us. Then the truck swerved hard to the left. I looked up and the Corporal was going for a zombie that had come out into the street on our left.
                  “Flowers, take it easy. You're going to throw everyone out of the