Apocalypse Ground Ze Chapter 92: Hold Them

Chapter 92: Hold Them

Commander Li Wenqiang did not repeat himself.

He stood where he was, his rifle steady, and his gaze fixed on the young woman who had already dismissed him twice without bothering to stand. Around him, his men held position, spacing intact, weapons trained but controlled, waiting for direction rather than reacting to the tension in the room.

He gave it to them.

"Escort," he announced, his decision final. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t add more unnecessary words, just used a single one to put everyone in their place.

Chen moved first, stepping forward from the left side of the room with measured precision. Wang followed from the right, closing distance without rushing, while Tan shifted with Li to maintain coverage. Liu remained near the door, holding the rear position and keeping their exit secure.

They did not point weapons directly at anyone, they were being quite polite given the circumstances. Then again, they did not need to. Their shift in posture alone was enough to change the entire dynamic of the room.

The man on the couch, Lingyun, finally set his controller aside. Not abruptly, not reluctantly, just... done. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched the soldiers with open curiosity. The man in the wingback chair folded his newspaper once, neatly, and set it aside before rising to his feet. The one in the kitchen with the popcorn didn’t speak, didn’t move quickly, but turned slightly, placing himself where he could see everything without obstructing anyone.

The fourth man—the one who had not spoken at all—remained exactly where he was.

Only the woman stayed where she was.

Chen stopped a few feet from the couch, leaving enough distance to react if needed, but close enough to make the expectation clear. "Ma’am," he said, voice level, "we’re moving outside."

She didn’t answer.

Wang took another step toward her. It wasn’t overly aggressive or even forceful, he just closed the gap between the two of them. "You’ll be escorted to the transport. Don’t worry. If you listen to orders, you’ll be perfectly fine."

Only there was still no verbal response from her.

The woman shifted slightly, adjusting her position against the couch as if settling into something more comfortable rather than preparing to move. The lollipop turned once between her fingers before she placed it back into her mouth.

Li stepped forward.

That was enough.

He didn’t reach for her. He didn’t raise his voice. He simply closed the distance until he stood within her line of sight, forcing her to acknowledge him whether she wanted to or not. It was now two against one.

"You’re leaving," he announced, his voice dropping to a low growl. He was done playing nice with spoiled princesses that didn’t know their place in this new world.

He expected her to fight, to scream, to do something. But she just looked at him.

Not up at him. Not intimidated by him and Wang. Just... studied his face like it had all the answers she was looking for.

Then she pushed herself upright in a slow, deliberate motion.

That simple thing just told every man in the room the same thing. She moved because she had decided to, and for no other reason. "Fine," she sighed, like the entire conversation had bored her. "After you."

The shift was immediate.

Commander Li stepped back half a pace to allow movement as Wang mirrored his actions. Tan adjusted to maintain coverage, while Liu opened the door without needing to be told.

Not a single person spoke.

The woman rose to her feet, brushing nonexistent dust from her clothes before stepping forward. She didn’t wait to be guided, didn’t look to see if anyone followed, and didn’t acknowledge the weapons still trained in her direction. She simply walked toward the front door.

The men moved with her.

Not behind her.

Not ahead of her.

With her.

The one from the chair fell in at her right side, his posture straight, and his expression neutral. The one from the couch stretched his arms over his head once before stepping forward on her left, his earlier laziness gone without a trace. The one from the kitchen moved last, slower than the others, his eyes passing over Li one final time before he followed.

The fourth man lingered for half a second longer than the rest.

Just enough to look at the room.

Then he turned and walked out without a word.

Li watched them go, his attention tracking each movement, each shift in position, each alignment. No hesitation. No resistance. No attempt to break formation.

Compliance.

Clean.

Controlled.

He stepped out after them.

The air outside felt different—not colder, not warmer, just open in a way that shifted the pressure of the space. Soldiers moved between the vehicles, guiding survivors into position, securing doors, checking equipment. The convoy remained steady, engines idling, the operation moving forward without interruption.

The group from the house reached the bottom of the porch steps and stopped.

Not because they were told to, but because the woman had stopped and the men stopped with her. Li had originally thought that the man in the chair with the paper was the leader of this group, but now he knew better.

The woman ruled them all, and they were completely entuned to her.

She stepped down onto the grass, her attention drifting over the scene with mild interest, as though she were observing something interesting rather than being processed through a military extraction. The men positioned themselves around her without discussion, spacing natural, unforced.

They didn’t look at only the soldiers.

They didn’t look at only the vehicles.

They watched everything with a laser focus that hinted that they were more than your run of the mill civilian.

Li stepped forward, closing the distance again. "You’ll be loaded with the next group," he said, tone even. "Remain here until instructed to proceed to the transport trucks."

The woman waved a hand lazily in acknowledgment, not looking at him.

Behind him, Chen approached. "Sir," he said quietly, "first group secured. Second transport is at capacity."

Li nodded once. "Hold them."

"Yes, sir."

Li turned back toward the house.

"Chen, Wang—perimeter support," he ordered. "Liu, Tan—you’re with me. We still need to finish the sweep."

"Yes, sir."

He didn’t look back at the group on the lawn as he moved toward the door again. There was no reason to. They were contained, accounted for, and under watch.

The structure still needed to be cleared.

That came first.

Behind him, the woman tilted her head slightly as she watched him go.

Then she looked past him.

Toward the line of vehicles.

Toward the covered trucks.

And then she lost interest completely, shifting her weight as she settled at the base of the porch steps, the men falling into place around her like they had never been anywhere else.

A slight smile appeared on her face as if she was about to watch a good show.

The last thought Li had before he forced her out of his head was... ’What was she waiting for?’