We’d be clearing buildings, which takes forever, and sometimes guys will get lazy, not open every door. Sarge doesn’t fuck around. He’ll ask ‘em, point blank, “Did you skip that room over there?” Usually they’ll do the smart thing and own up.
But Jenkins took a gamble. “Naw, Sarge, I checked it.”
Sarge says, “All right then,” takes Jenkins’ rifle away, opens the door, shoves Jenkins through, and closes it behind him. Held the door shut a whole minute.
Jenkins was cryin’ when we let him out. Held the zombie off with a desk chair. He’s learned his lesson, though.