Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

I didn't notice that Mr. Cuervo could see the look on my face from behind our Raptor, but it didn't take long before the questions in my head got answered. As we drove forward, we heard thumping bass sounds coming from a cockfighting arena and it was getting louder by the second.

It was this rhythmic base you'd hear passing by a house having a party and their 'attendees' were already coming in droves.

Almost all of them seemed like they came from the town we just passed through but there were still stragglers that got attracted when they were passing by.

However, I discovered several shipping containers– like the ones I saw that delivered the deadheads I killed for the final game, parked right at the side of the said arena. It had people at the top fishing out unsuspecting deadheads and loading them from a hatch at the top, and I'm not sure how long they've been doing it for.

In any case, I already assumed that they'd be part of the games Mr. Cuervo always held at his place.

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[Don't worry, Hermano. We always kill the special ones.]

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"You do know those regulars could turn to special ones, right?"

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[I'm aware, Hermano. But taking the safety route isn't my style, you know that. If there's a problem, we take care of it. I don't worry myself about something that may or may not happen that I already got both the solutions for. Besides, it makes us stronger in the end. You know what I mean?]

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"Sure. Anyway, how many of those things you got going around? I assume the ones that get inside are trapped somehow."

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[Don't want to argue right now, eh? I understand, we'll save that for another time… To answer your question, we got that thing in each town close to us but we got more in Lipa City. Well, we don't even need a place to lure them in, we could just show up and basically scoop a batch. It's neverending there and I guess people who mistakenly drive through that place get trapped.]

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"Neverending? Unless they could make more of themselves, I'd guess they were coming from the neighboring cities. The foot traffic in Lipa is also one of the highest even in a rural area."

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[Jesus, Hermano. Don't even mention the dead fucking because that's not a market I'm willing to tap on…]

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"Zombie hookers, needs more than a condom for protection– Ack! Kaley!"

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[Well~ That's enough chatting for today before I douse my ears in bleach. I can't even get the mental image off my head. We're pretty close though…]

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It didn't take long before we reached Irene's place first and I was delighted to see that it was now a few levels above the last time we've been here.

Irene gave us a small tour while my guys brought down the items we prepared for her.

"With the help of everyone here, we secured the whole municipality and everything that comes with it. We recovered our farms and started planting different crops, increased the amount of livestock we're taking care of, made sure we have safe drinking water, and secured all the entrances, roads, and the walls."

"Increased livestock? Everything or–"

"Just chickens, guinea pigs, and rabbits. We could more than double the population of our chickens in a month and a half but we're supplying to Mr. Cuervo and other places. A few other places are doing the same but we're the most likely to have a consistent delivery. We're trying to expand more but we're close to hitting our limit because of the people available."

"Hmm, I may have a solution to that– but what crops are currently available? You've made a few harvests at least, right?"

"Of course, we have Ampalaya(Bitter Gourds), Okra(Gumbo), Petsay(Chinese Cabbage), Singkamas(Yam Bean), and Repolyo(Cabbage) available. Oh, we also have Kang Kong(Swamp Cabbage) growing in a few ponds and we have Malunggay(Horseradish) Trees we're picking from and a few others. Some families here had their own garden and they'd always share something if they ever had a harvest."

"How about aquatic resources? I know it's a drive to get to the port but you guys make sure–"

Mr. Cuervo interjected, "We got the handle on that. Irene here thought of making a fish pond or something but each trip just yields us so much, we got plenty to spare. I send the excess here so they could smoke it or dry it but I always prefer them fresh. You got a nice stock going along, right?"

Irene nodded, "We do. We even made fish paste and fish sauce with the excess of the excess. Everything is used from nose to tail, nothing is wasted."

"As we should."

Mr. Cuervo chuckled, "We just had to lose 90% of the population to solve world hunger, eh? Even if we ran out of things to loot from stores, we wouldn't have any problems. You just have to know how to get and make them. What do you call that again? Self-sustaining was it?"

I nodded, "Yeah, but we can't blame people for not having the time. Some jobs need their full time and attention, and since they have money for it, it's easier to buy something from a store or have it delivered. I'm not gonna say they made a mistake but look at what the fuck just happened."

Arturo finally chimed in, "It's literally called making a mistake. Most of the people that survived had their own shit going on."

"There's just a lot of things to factor in. Let's just agree that the blame should be to the one who made this thing."

Mr. Cuervo shook his head, "Hermano, I agree with you but what else did this thing solve when it wiped most of us? There's always a positive and a negative. I don't enjoy the smell of rot when a breeze picks up their smell but the air couldn't be fresher and I'm here in the provinces. You guys would've noticed that by now and we weren't even high up in the mountains. I could only imagine…"

"Yeah… I guess you could say that…"

We talked for a few more minutes before we received a call that everything was already brought down, including the package Oscar left for Irene. I didn't comment much on it but there was definitely a certain way Irene's mannerisms changed when the old man's name was brought up.

I just removed any mental image that was trying to claw its way to the surface and we eventually made our way back to Mr. Cuervo's compound, El Cuervo Heights.

The drive wasn't as long but we had several stops in between due to the few checkpoints they set up in key locations. With that said, I started to ingrain the faces of the new people of Mr. Cuervo that were stationed in said areas while updating the internal map I had in my mind.

However, I underestimated the amount of people coming from the 'families' that were invited to the wedding.

'I thought it was– Nevermind… it's still possible…'

El Cuervo Heights was already as big as it was but it now had several enclosures outside to facilitate the amount of people that were attending. Not only that, the number of tents, vehicles, and other effects to keep people entertained was more than double to what I was told, and looking at Mr. Cuervo's expression from the back just revealed that even after all that, he still wanted to get on with the plan.

I know we still had several hours before sundown but I fucking hate last minute changes.

Driving closer to the gates, I just noticed an extended viewing platform erected around the walls of the compound. It had several tiers that seemed to be completely stable but its main purpose was to allow spectators inside without overcrowding.

People had the phrase "The more, the merrier." but that point was completely moot if everyone else was fucking suffocating.

The extended viewing platforms were the perfect solution but little did I know that that was just the beginning.

Mr. Cuervo would've flourished in the entertainment business because a large fucking screen was right in the middle of the platforms, overlooking his house that was just straight ahead after entering the gates.

Almost immediately, the music started getting louder and louder and it was like attending a concert or a rave where the people attending were carrying guns, drunk, half-naked, naked, or a more fucked-up version of seeing random people in Walmart or just a regular Florida guy.

We just saw one outside getting rimmed and blown by two 'entertainers' that was eating a taco and a donut while taking tequila shots, and the look on Jose's face was fucking priceless.

I could only imagine the thoughts running through his head and I'm sure he's gonna be wasted in the first hour. Despite that, I'll make sure someone was looking after him or else seeing him chugging a beer through his ass would be the lightest punishment.

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[Do you like it, Hermano? It's a fucking surprise, eh?]

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"You're one crazy motherfucker. I'll tell you that…"

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[HAHAHA! I KNEW YOU'D LIKE IT! Oh, better watch out in about three seconds…]

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"WHAT?!"

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The next thing I know, several fans and 'entertainers' recognized me from the get-go and not only vouchers for special services rained down on me, I've never seen these many tits at the same place at the same time.

Jose started to grab on my clothes, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! YOU'RE THIS FAMOUS?!"

"I'm not–"

Alexei shouted from the back, "FUCK YOU! WE NEVER GET THIS RECEPTION!"

Ilya added, "YEAH! I WON MORE TIMES THAN YOU AND I– Fuck, I'm married to Aurora… What am I saying…"

I got a little happy for the small reception but it was drowned out when the majority saw Cynthia and Tatiana.

Their roars almost overpowered the music blasting in the background and the heavenly view of seeing different shaped mounds became a nightmare when the ones that were completely hammered this early started pulling down their pants and flopped around their flaccid member as an unsolicited dick flash.

I was ready to bleach my eyes when a few dongers started saluting their general, but they were quickly beaten up by Mr. Cuervo's guards.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"STOP HITTING ME! CYNTHIA! NOTICE ME!"

"TATIANA~!!! ACCEPT MY LOVING– ACK! GRCK! MY LEG! MY LEG!"

"OOOH~ WHO'S THAT ONE WITH LONG LEGS?!"

"I'D LIKE THAT ONE WITH THE BIG- AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I didn't think that this would be the welcome we'd receive but it was fucking funny to see a guard wrestle down a guy with raging boner. Some of them were still hard when they were being dragged away but I failed to notice the expression of someone whose tits I should only be looking at.

She was keeping silent the whole time I was ogling different pairs with the bois, but it was already too late when I felt a prickly aura of someone wanting to chop my dick off. She knew I'd never sleep outside our circle without telling her about it, but it must be something that I did while ogling titties that got her ticked off.

I really don't know what I did but I'm guessing it's my fault.

'Hah! I'm in danger…'