Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Before sending this motherfucker to Jesus, a tool much like a slipper would've been appropriate but from my own experience, it was usually anything that could be held on tightly and the nearest one my parents—usually my Mom—could find. So yeah, with a flick of the wrist, my scabbard landed on his right temple and gave him a mild concussion before I completely knocked him out by nicking his chin.

One strike would've been enough to knock him out—with enough force—but I wouldn't want to fracture his skull and I would've wanted him to feel a bit of pain before Tatiana ships him to the roof with his bro.

But yeah, this place was just a fancy drug den or the aftermath of a frat party because when I peeked at the living room connected to the kitchen, there were more young adults who were knocked out of their minds and didn't even bother to put on clothes or clean up a little bit.

A lot of trash from packaged food items was on the floor along with empty or partially empty bottles of liquor, but funnily enough, their drug paraphernalia were stacked nicely on one side or in one corner of the table.

It was the same thing as what's in the bedroom we just infiltrated from but Tatiana continued to send these other girls first to the roof, as if we were expecting the extra exp points for liberating an outpost stealthily. But yeah, we did cover their important bits as much as we could, of course, because at the end of the day, we're still decent humans to a degree.

And as we cleared the bedroom, Ibarra and Kuzma joined us before Quinn decided to join the party as well, because in her words, "I didn't think kidnapping these fucking kids could be this fun!"

Obviously, the difficulty level was very low because almost all of them were hammered, high, or both, but Quinn suddenly caused a ruckus—halfway into us clearing the living room with young adults—because she rushed to pick up this pale girl with a petite frame because she either looked dead from an OD or very close to.

She stomped her foot as she carried her over to our extraction point and she shouted at the top of her lungs to make them call over a doctor:

"SHE'S STILL BREATHING! SHE TOOK SOME H AND A LOT OF ALCOHOL! BRING HER TO A DOCTOR ASAP!"

From the commotion we caused outside, I didn't worry as much that Quinn might wake up these fucking kids, but for some fucking reason, she fucking did.

"W-What…"

"The hell… It's not even noon… Who—"

"Where's Casey?"

"Morgan?"

"Jeffrey— Where— WOAH! W-We're legal! W-We can drink! WE CAN DRINK!"

"WHAT THE FUCK— WHERE'S DAX AND— HOLD ON! HOLD ON! HOW CAN—"

"THEY'RE INTRUDERS! HOW DID THEY GET HERE—"

Without further ado, I really did have to hit a kid with my fists, everyone else included, but it didn't bring the satisfaction I was expecting because to be completely fair, they haven't been complete assholes to us.

I can't just hate fucking kids because I was cool with a good number of them back home, but riled up and drugged up kids who were starting to get gassed up because of a few visitors was trouble.

So yeah, the four us, beat the shit out of this malnourished fucks without issue because yeah, it wasn't even a fucking contest because they've been wasting away here ever since they pulled too much aggro while the rest of us were doing the work and training our bodies in our spare time.

Their broken bottles and semi-hard dildos wouldn't do shit with our scabbard, blunt edge of our blade, or just straight up our fists, and this other bitch trying to give me an aneurysm by screaming at the top of her lungs as she tried to claw my face with her broken nails also took a crisp jab from yours truly.

"AHH! D-Did you just hit me?!"

"Equality, bitch! Also, self-defense! I did hold back a little though…"

"What?! You—"

"Here's ten percent of my strength then—"

"WAIT—"

Knockout.

And as soon as these fucking kids saw that I didn't give a fuck some of them actually surrendered but we still gave them a proper beating.

There's no chance in hell they'd act this reasonable while all sorts of substances were running through their veins and even if there was a small chance of it being true, I still wouldn't risk it even if they were just the same victims who got trapped in this floor because of poor horde management.

But yeah, as we completely cleared this suite and have most of them sent to the roof—except for two other fucks who looked to be not as high—we separeted them by having one in the living room and one in the bedroom before starting our interrogation.

"Alright, bro… Who do you work for? Before that, what's your name?"

"Diesel!"

"Seriously?"

"W-What? I— GACKK!"

"Alright, Diesel. The next one will break a rib. Who do you work for?"

"W-What's this, I— D-Dax and Sheepy! W-We work for Dax and Sheepy! GACKH!!! I ANSWERED YOUR QUESTION, YOU FUCK!"

"Didn't break a rib, did I? I doubt you're even feeling anything."

"ASSHOLE!"

"That's my nickname, apparently. Where's Agnes and Robert?"

He looked at me like I'm an idiot, "Who are you, huh?! Reinforcements?! HAH! You're late, bitches! How did y'all even get here?! EVERYONE'S DEAD!

INCLUDING YOUR MIDDLEMAN DRUGGIE BITCH AND YOUR CREEPY OFFICER! WE HAVE EVERYTHING NOW! AND DAX AND SHEEPY KILLED THEM! AND THOSE SOLDIERS?! WE MADE THEM THINK THEY'RE HOT SHIT BEFORE WE GOT THEM HIGH AND DID AWAY WITH 'EM! HOW'S THAT, HUH?!

PRETTY NEAT FOR A BUNCH OF FUCKING KIDS, RIGHT?!"

I nodded approvingly, "That's actually awesome cool."

"ASSHOLE— Huh?"

As soon as my words registered to this "Diesel" fella, even my group was confused as I suddenly changed teams.

"D-Did you say we were cool?"

"What you did was, not all this junkie shit."

"Ah… Gotta ration bro, one way to stave off hunger is to get high for days…"

"Is that right?"

"Yeah—"

"You did all this shit just for that reason and not the feelings that comes with it or the free pussy offered to ya?"

"Ah— I swing both ways, dude. I'd suck yo dick for a Klondike Bar—"

"Hah! Thank you but I'm good. But tell me, what are we expecting in the other suite?"

"That bitch— I mean, Agnes and Robert's suite?"

"Yeah."

"Almost all the food's in there."

"Why?"

"We're saving, right? We just moved all the drugs and liquor here and go there every few days or every few weeks."

"You're awfully stocked with weed though— Ah, avoiding the munchies, huh?"

He let out a knowing smile, "Ya get it, ya get it…"

Kuzma interjected, "Hey, are the furniture in the hallway trapped or not?"

"Holy shit, whitey, your voice is scary as fuck! Nah, that shit's not trapped, just looked like it is because we forgot we could just chuck all our trash out the windows."

I cut in, "You mean the floor?"

"Trust me, bro, this pad is the cleanest it has been in a month!"

"Alright, Diesel, can I have you take the lead on the other suite and the lead on removing the furniture?"

"Ya got some food?"

"I have some protein bars here but if you built up that trust by doing what I told you, I'd even cook you whatever you want."

"Shiii, that's cool. But I want a rematch a little bit later though, that cool? Where is everybody?"

"The roof."

"Wha— How?!"

"It's how we got in."

"HAH! Dax and Sheepy's probably so pissed right now. They fucking hate those soldiers so much, they've been meaning to kill them the moment they confiscated some of our shit because it's contraband."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, so—"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

As we were about to end this conversation with Diesel, we heard a deathly scream from the other side and it was obvious that it was Quinn's doing. And once we checked whatever the fuck Quinn was trying to do to get information about Unleaded or Fuel Save, Diesel just straight up cackled at his bro because Quinn was holding the dude by the balcony with two fingers and about to let go.

"I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING— AHHH! I DUNNO IF YOU'RE FUCKING SHOWING OFF BUT IF YOU FUCKING LET GO, I'M DEAD! WHY WOULD I FUCKING LIE TO YOU?! AHHHH! STOP!

STOP! WHY'D YOU SWITCH TO A FINGER?! THIS ISN'T HOW I EXPECTED TO DIE! SOMEBODY PLEASE— WHAT?! WHY'S EVERYONE ON THE ROOF— AHHHHHHHH!"

"FOCUS ON ME, YOU BITCH! IF YOU PEE YOURSELF ANOTHER TIME, I'MMA DROP YA! UNDERSTAND?!"

"THIS ISN'T HELPING MY CASE, MOMMY! AHHHHH! I'M JOKING! I'M JOKING! GET ME UP! PLEASE!

I'LL GIVE YOU MY STASH! PLEASE! I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING!"

"THEN—"

I cut in as I tapped Quinn, "Pull him up. We'll see if their testimony's true."

'If not, then… We'll see…'