Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Chapter 237

Chapter 237: 237

My voice is loud and clear for everyone wearing our communication devices.

“Yep.”

“Yeah.”

“Roger.”

“Careful.”

“Go time.”

“Affirmative.”

“Correct.”

“Yes.”

“That’s what she said. I’m always in position. Heh.”

“…”

I was looking at a tablet displaying different feeds of the place we would be hitting. I heard the flood of responses from the different teams I assigned to different places. The sound is crisp and clear and I could easily identify which voice came from who from the earpiece. I made a very deep breath and I could hear that everyone else instinctively did the same thing.

“Alright. Send it out.” I said.

“Roger.” Thomas said.

A few moments later, three beat-up sedans came into view, making their way towards the highway that is between South Supermarket and People’s Park. The windows and the windshield are tinted heavily and it eventually made its way in moderate speed. The vehicles would sometimes bump to small obstacles as if a drunk person was driving it.

It started to slam towards a few dozen zombies roaming around the streets and the vehicles got littered with the bloody bits and pieces. However, the vehicles continued on despite the small holdup as if nothing had happened and nothing was obstructing their view of the road.

The moment it entered their range of influence, the same thing happened from Darelle’s report.

Hundreds and hundreds of bloody figures casually roaming the open streets stopped and they all looked in the direction where the vehicles were coming from. The only ones who did nothing were the regular ones among the mix.

“Shit bro, I’ll never get used to this sight. It’s like a f.u.c.k.i.e.d-up version of that singing show when they turn around when they like someone.” Jared said.

“Focus dude.” I replied then I heard no reply.

Like a mob of people on a Black Friday Sale, they all made a stance and they started to swarm towards the vehicles. They met it head-on and the ones in front got easily decimated to different pieces. Bloody bits became unrecognizable and it either flew towards the hood of the sedan or the bloody figure behind it. Some were running at greater speed then it tumbled across the second one, almost breaking the windshield. The vehicles made no evasive maneuvers and they’re still going straight.

The vehicles easily mowed down a few dozen figures in front but the sheer numbers of the zombies slamming into them made it slow down significantly. The mangled flesh underneath it and severed limbs clogging up where the wheels were are making the vehicles slowly grind to a stop. The roars of the engines started to die down because of the rotting flesh starting to obstruct everything it reaches.

A f.u.c.k.i.e.d-up off-road track made out of flesh and bones acted as a barrier that made the first sedan stop while the second one crashed behind it and the last one has tumbled to its side. I was still watching from the tablet everything that has been happening and there was no one talking through the earpiece.

Like clockwork, we saw the doors from the small stadium opening and a few where we assumed the ones that had a higher position or the ones in charge walked outside very slowly. From Darelle’s recon missions, I’ve noticed that the same group of zombies would come out each time there were victims. Whatever is left of their facial features I could easily recognize and they would order by random hand gestures and growls at the ones who kamikazed towards the victims to pull the bodies out.

One of the bloody figures got pointed to by one of them and it walked in front of one of the sedans and it punched the window to try to break it. I could barely see from the camera from above but the picture is clear from the camera inside the sedan. It winded its arm backward and it actually formed a fist.

*CRASH*

Several pieces of glass fell to the pavement and one body was pulled out though its skin started to get carved open by the sharp edges of the glass that were still intact. A few shards got stuck to its body since some of them broke off due to its weight.

“MMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” the person inside shouted at the top of its lungs even though it’s muffled. Even if the cameras have mics installed, we also ‘installed’ them to the people inside the sedans.

From the past days, we found out about everyone that is involved, or should I say the contact persons which directed a portion of the father’s group close to us. Turns out, it is a few people from Woodlands and the DDR Camps. All of them were newcomers that they’ve accepted inside their place fairly recently. Not even all of them were religious nuts who blindly followed the version of the father’s teachings. Some of them were just simply criminals that made use of the father’s name to do anything they wished.

The criminals were easily rooted out from a couple of things. Some of their names matched some of the records from the Philippine National Police that Ana sent to me. Some of them have several criminal records and some of them are still wanted but not yet caught.

Broken bones and pulled teeth made them talk very easily. The hidden cult members on the other hand were found out by a few of my people attending their ‘hidden’ religious meetings and seeing their reactions from hearing the recordings about their father. Not all of the religious people we have are connected to them but the one that were connected never escaped our eyes. Some of them even started to talk about the father to recruit some of my people to their cause which I quickly shut down.

They were supposed to be quickly taken care of but they’re serving a different purpose. The ones that are plenty reasonable and slightly demure are being kept in the same place with the ones I’m experimenting on while the ones that are too violent when discovered are being used as bait as of now.

The person which is pulled out continued to scream as blood quickly drained out of its body. The second person wasn’t so lucky because its guts spilled out from its stomach since his abdomen ruptured from the broken glass which attracted a few. Same like last time, when a normal zombie started to approach it, it would get killed instantly.

The special ones have started to collect each one first before they start to drag them inside. The people we’ve left to die still gave up a fight despite being full of bruises. They struggled hard but the strength of the specials is too much for them barehanded. They were easily thrown around but they were never killed outright. It still makes we wonder what they’re doing to them inside.

They have made a small circle to play with them first and that was one of the moments I was waiting for.

*BEEEP*

*BEEEP*

*BEEEP*

Three beeps sounded then a familiar sight happened.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

Project Nuggets.

Explosions sounded one after the other as the ground quaked. I’ve lost the signal from the cars since several remote explosives have been detonated. The only cameras I have left are from the drones and a few planted on the nearby streets.

Dismembered parts were plastered near the three huge craters but there are still a huge number of them left. As soon as the explosions resounded, countless rotting bodies started to spill out from the places they were hiding in. Glass doors and windows were broken as another wave of the swarm came out running.

There’s a huge mess on the highway since the explosions didn’t kill everything outright. Some of them are still alive and moving even if one of them is just a head connected to its shoulder and arm. It’s trying to move by clawing its hand across the pile of dead bodies but it is making almost no progress with a few in a similar predicament. You could see a few hands reaching out to the sky getting trampled by the ones that have come out.

Surprisingly, one of the special ones survived and it is scrambling its way towards the stadium.

“Jared.” I said.

“Bro.” he replied.

*PSSHEW*

It quickly fell sideways as it started to get trampled by the ones that are stampeding outside.

Each and every bloody figure, sprinter or not, started to move in different directions as I quickly fixed in place the tablet in front of my Hayabusa.

“Dude.” I calmly said on the radio.

“Copy dude.” Raphael calmly replied.

“Block the roadways where a few wouldn’t get attracted! Fire at will!” I shouted as I got several responses.

“GOOD LUCK YOU LITTLE SHITS!!!” Oscar shouted as well.

“Time to control the chaos.” I thought to myself.

*BEEEEEEEEEP*

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

Another huge explosion sounded from the distance and the ones that were scrambling to random directions switched directions to run where the sound came from. They’re slowly making our way towards us but I’m calmly waiting for the correct timing. They packed the streets and it would be impossible to go against it, unless…

“Raphael.” I said.

Project Heemeyer.

The huge bulldozer at my back started to move while I waited patiently. A few short moments and the bulldozer started to face the incoming swarm of sprinters. I could hear their bodies slamming to it and I could hear the pneumatic system he installed that would punch out several spikes from the inside. It could quickly retract and the blood from it would be wiped because of how tightly fitted it was. He sometimes fires a few shots from the ports but most of his kills are from the ones getting crushed by the sheer weight of the dozer when they got run over.

I on the other hand started to rev my motorcycle.

*BRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*

The sound of my motorcycle attracted a few of them and the ones that have run past the bulldozer started to sprint towards me. However the ones that tried to topple the bulldozer over weren’t so lucky. Not only they would get skewered, they would also face a rain of bullets.

*PSSHEW* *PSSHEW* *PSSHEW* *PSSHEW*

*BOOM*

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

*CH*CHHCK**

*BSSHEW* *BSSHEW*

Several gunshots from several key buildings that were cleared before rang out and the ones at our vicinity got peppered. Most of the gunshots are aimed at the ones at the Komatsu but several running towards me got killed as well. The Komatsu has several scratches but there was no bullet holes since the improvised armor we made finally worked. However, their numbers are still a huge problem so I twisted the handle of my bike and I started to break off when they were too close for comfort. There were still several hundred following me as I started to speed up. The Komatsu still drove forwards while I drove in a different location.

“Good luck you crazy f.u.c.k.” Raphael said.

“Heh, you too. I’ll be back soon. Just wait a bit.” I replied.

“Careful, okay?” I heard Kaley’s voice.

“I’ll always come back to you. Breathe and reset if it happens again, okay?” I replied then I heard a small huff.

It was a horrifying sight seeing hundreds of them at my back as I figured out the optimal speed I could go where I would be just a little bit faster than the rest of them. I started to drop a few grenades in succession to slightly thin their numbers for the little surprise I prepared for them. There are still a few people on the few buildings in my direction that are helping me by shooting the ones that have already broken off from the swarm.

At the speed I am going, I quickly reached the destination and that place is smoking, literally. We’ve discovered from past experiments that they could still see so we’ve made artificial fog by using smoke machines with either dry ice or glycerol. Everything was placed inside a dark tunnel so that it does not get blown away by the wind outside.

I positioned my bike at the exact center of the tunnel before I ducked my head real low and made myself as small as possible. I entered the smoking tunnel and I could hear from their rapid footsteps that they are following me. However, it is not for long as several hundred of them will meet their end here easily.

*BRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*

I quickly crossed it after a few seconds and my heart was about to thump out of my chest.

“Whew! That was f.u.c.k.i.n.g something else!” I shouted in my head.

That was when it happened.

The swarm that went in full force inside was met by a surprise.

Project Iron Web.

The moment the fog cleared out, the tunnel came into full view.

Several metal cables are installed inside where the only place where it is not running through is the exact measurement of me tucking my head down with my motorcycle and making myself as small as possible with only a few inches of allowance. I turned the lights on and all of them got sliced to different pieces due to the speed they’re sprinting towards me.

I believed that I got every single one of them but I made sure by picking up several molotovs on the street corner a few feet away from me which I prepared beforehand. I lit a few and I threw them inside. Their bodies started to burn when the fire started to spread and I rode my Hayabusa back to the People’s Park at full speed.

“I’m done here. I’m coming back.” I said through the earpiece.