Commander Li stood in front of the closed door, his rifle held at low ready as his eyes completed a final sweep of the exterior.
The windows were intact, the structure showed no visible damage, and there were no signs of forced entry or recent disturbance. The door itself bore marks from repeated impact, deep grooves cut into the wood from a zombie or something else that had tried to get through and failed.
The hinges held firm, and the frame had not warped under pressure.
Nothing presented itself as an immediate threat, and nothing required deviation from standard procedure. They needed to check the house for supplies.
He raised two fingers, and his team moved into position without hesitation.
Corporal Chen took the left side of the door while Private Wang mirrored him on the right. Sergeant Liu stepped back three paces, lifting his rifle to cover the entry point, and Private Tan settled at Li's shoulder.
