Five years passed as peacefully as they could while still living in the middle of a zombie and plant apocalypse.
I'm sure that shit happened, but since no one had been able to get close enough to my house to drag me away from my snacks and dramas, I was blissfully ignorant of it all.
And I was going to stay that way, so help me God.
Unfortunately for me, Commander Li Wenqiang didn't get that memo.
Half-Jaw alerted us shortly after lunch by slamming his metal foot against the road outside the hedge. The noise travelled through the open patio doors and interrupted the drama I was watching beside the pool.
I paused the episode before turning toward the gate. Half-Jaw stood in the middle of the road with his remaining hand raised, while the rest of the horde watched five people approaching from the west.
Commander Li walked at the front of the group with a rifle resting across his chest.
