Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Chapter 107: 107

I went with my uncle Zeidrick, Russel, Marco, Jimmy, Malong, Ian and Stanley to my old house with the materials that we needed. Jay’s group cleared the area when we reached it and they are doing their rounds. They are driving with the small pedicab to haul the bodies that they dispatched to be burned in the corner later.

“It’s nice having people to delegate work to. Work around here is progressing very smoothly. Jay has a good head on his shoulders and can lead a few people. He suffered casualties before but that is because they don’t have the proper tools to protect themselves and fight the dead.” I said to myself.

I saw Jude’s head popping out of the terrace in the second floor and he just raised his bowl of ramen.

“Jude! Can you go to your rooftop and offer eyes and protection to my group? They’ll be sweeping the small area here while we’ll be building a fence here. You can use the gun I gave you in the case now. You still remember how, right? Just shoot the ones in their blindspot when you see a few. They could handle themselves but we should always have a backup for everything.” I said.

“Ok.” He said emotionlessly while he disappears.

“Jude really is chill; I barely saw him with any emotion.” My uncle said.

“Hah! You’ve never seen him with a gun yet? You’d like him then. I discovered something from inside him when he discovered that I am a member at a range in Quezon City.” I said.

“Hmm? What do you mean?” my uncle asked.

Like clockwork, I heard a suppressed shot.

*psshew*

“WHOOO!” A shout came from the rooftop.

“Who’s that?!” Russel asked.

“Ric Flair, no just kidding. It’s Jude, he goes crazy when he holds his gun.” I explained.

“What?! That robot dude? What is the gun he’s using then? It’s super quiet. Much quieter than the AR that Kaley uses.” Russel asked.

“Oh, it’s a S&W M&P15-22 Sporting Rifle it’s chambered in .22 and uses .22 Long Rifle rounds. I bought that gun for him since his body can’t handle the recoil of a normal rifle. Lois haven’t seen that yet but he’ll definitely like that gun since he like the .22 as well.” I said.

“Oh, the one like my gun, the watermajig? The .22 Long Rifle?” Russel asked.

“Walther P22, at least get the name right. Yeah, it’s much longer than the one in your Walther. That gun is suppressed and chambered in a low caliber round so that’s why it’s super quiet.” I explained.

“But I th-” he said while his dad interrupted him.

“Drill a hole ever there or I’ll take that pistol of yours. Less talk, more work.” He said.

“Oh, f.u.c.k. Right, right, right…” he started on grabbing one of the drills to make a hole in the wall my old house’s gate is and on the other side where another big house which is next to the bakery where Kaley practiced with her AR-15.

I became the human radio since I sang a few songs while keeping guard and the young ones sang with me. Surprisingly, work production is increasing while listening to music. I read about that on an article once and it actually works. Jude would occasionally shout and Jay’s group would bring a pile of bodies every now and then while Kaley’s group would bring a haul with the truck full of essential items. They never found new people here since they did a run around before at this vicinity.

I grabbed my radio and called for Ken.

*bzzt*

“Project Kite man.”

*bzzt*

*bzzt*

“Sure, going in.”

*bzzt*

A few moments later a drone flew over us and when I looked at it from below, I saw a couple things attached to it. It’s a small speaker hooked to a small music player and he started to drove it around past the fence that we are making. The music played and it was playing the most annoying song in my life.

“…never gonna give you up… never gonna…” it resounded.

I groaned first but I walked forward and drew my katana and waited.

*bzzt*

“Here they come dude, I brought 6 over. Is that enough?”

*bzzt*

*bzzt*

“Yeah,, that’s fine for now.”

*bzzt*

“What are you doing bro?!” Russel exclaimed.

“Don’t trust me yet? I could do a dozen easily. Just keep on working, this will be a trust exercise.” I replied with a smile.

I walked forward once more and sliced horizontally. The figure lost its hairline and it flopped in the ground while I went for the other one. It has its arms up at first but an ‘X’ slash did the trick and I thrusted it forward to finish it after dismembering its hands. Two more are coming side by side so I walked diagonally towards them so they would be in a line when they approach me.

I circled around them first since the 5th one is much closer so I took care of it first with a diagonal slash from below. The blade slices cleanly from its ear towards its scalp. Black curdling blood fell off and it made a fleshy sound when it hit the pavement.

*psshew*

Jude fired a shot towards the 3rd one that is beside the 4th one so I took care of the 3rd one by bisecting its head in half. I held the katana with both hands and struck down. It went straight through and it started to go diagonal when I’m at its torso. The last one just got sniped by Jude again so I wiped the blood from my katana as I made an upward nod to Jude,

*bzzt*

“Dude, send in a few more.”

*bzzt*

*bzzt*

“Okay dude, wait a bit.”

*bzzt*

The building guys were weary at first but after a few times of doing the same thing, their worries of them diminished by a whole and they were able to work normally. Russel would get carried away and would almost pull his pistol out but a simple stare but his dad would make him work diligently,

Oscar’s group finally came back after a few hours and he’s grinning from ear to ear. He showed me a flash drive as he drives by me. My eyes lit up and I gave him a small salute.

“Give that to Ken! He knows what to do.” I said.

“Sure thing kid. I found a Makarov and a Smith and Wesson in the hardware store! Hah! Those pistols are mine!” He replied.

“Really? Still found more than you though. I’m getting tired being at the top old man. Get those numbers up! Those are rookie numbers!” I joked.

“Bah! Just let me celebrate my discoveries!” he drove off as he grumbled and flipped me off when he’s far.

“What are you guys talking about? Is Project Fishing a game copy?” Russel asked.

“Hah! No, it is the list of everyone in the DDR camp here. Tie that to fishing and?” I trailed to wait for him to answer.

“You’re gonna make them all fish?” he replied with a confused look.

*thunk*

His dad sunk a knuckle at the back of his head and he said, “It’s for recruiting people!”

“Oh~ why though?” he said while rubbing his head.

“I planned to have different people with different occupations here. I like what we have here but it wouldn’t hurt to have more with a particular set of skills.” I said.

“Like what?” Marco was the one who asked now.

“Now? I’d love to have old man Kaiseki here first and foremost. He’s from another country though so it’s a stretch. I sent an email to his son though. He’s a blacksmith and he could definitely improve our melee weapons. I’d like a few specialized doctors too like dentists, physical therapists, nutritionists, surgeons and so much more. Farmers like Charlotte too and people like Derek who could take care of animals.” I said.

“How about more people that can fight though?” Russel asked though his hands are now moving while he works.

“Why? I’m basically the Army.” I said as I made an exaggerated pose.

“Hah! Good answer.” Marco said.

“To be honest though, we have lots of people here that could fight and we actually have a few that actually served in the military and has firearms training. I could say that we pretty much covered the bases on people that we need but you’re right we still need more people to secure this place in the future who could fight.” I concluded.

They screwed the last bolt in and we now have a single layered fence made.

“We might need to dismantle a few motorcycles.” I muttered as we head back after I looked at the fences.

“Hmm? I had the same idea as you. We could make the gate both manually operated and machine operated to remove the risk of someone opening and closing the gate outside. One of your engineers can hook us up with that since I don’t know how to do that. I’m slowly learning watching Raphael work though. Oh yeah, you’re making something right? I’ll help.” He said to me.

“Oh, right. I could probably do a few preparations before lunch starts. I’m gonna find the hole saw in the workshop.” I replied.