Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

From the beginning, it was very easy to predict the movements of these dregs since they'd hobble to the left or right even if they were walking on all fours. Unless part of their limbs were injured, there was this set pattern everyone else almost sticks to, but the ones in front of us were irregulars of irregulars.

To be perfectly honest, it wasn't like some of them were still in the same spectrum but a good number of them—the ones that would make you look over twice—would move in a way that… would make you look over twice.

Examples would be one would be like an over-excited penguin/metronome shifting from side to side with each step—because of it having short legs and no fucking knees—while another example was like this lead in a boyband that would suddenly slide away from the main group to reveal himself.

Also, there was a smaller cluster that would shake and twitch with each step as if they were toddlers learning to talk for the first time.

I could list more examples, but there were also more like them with more subtle movements so let's just say my head started itching when not only Kaley but all our other long-shooters confirmed that at least half of them couldn't die from a headshot.

[Look at the dude with the reflective vest then—]

As I voiced my concern after hearing their reports, Lawrence bored a hole through the head of the target he'd say he'd try to put down but after making its eye sockets see through and through, it only slowed down for a bit before it continued its youthful stride.

At this point, the go-to was just to cripple them before dismantling them into pieces but some other type of shit was going on.

From our group, Artem's weapon of choice was two knives but the moment he decided to sheathe them on a deadhead's body for pickup later by throwing it hard and fast—sinking them at least a couple of inches in—as he'd switch to one of our injector axes right after, the "sheathe" who was also pegged to never die from a headshot straight-up fell on its head like its strings were cut.

Though when Kuzma tried to do the same thing—as he'd switch to a two-hander—his hand axes just stuck to his target's body and acted as their sheathes as intended.

"Alright, what the fuck's going on?"

Seeing this in person confused everyone but at the end of the day, even if they had additional critical points they go down with, it'd be fucking dumb to figure it all out so it'd be better for all of us to just cut them all down to pieces after taking their mobility away from them.

So as a few of us retreated to change weapons or switch to an axe head instead of a pitchfork— I mean, trident head, I went in ahead with Tatiana.

The first fucker I took down was the "lead singer" I mentioned earlier and I easily cleaved him in two places as he slid to the right and met with my blade.

However, a quick stab to its head confirmed it didn't belong to the category of half of this batch's population though I just moved on and took down a ticket vendor by lopping its head off, and then each of its chewed-off arms as it still twitched when its head hit the floor.

On the other hand, Tatiana was currently using her bastard sword and as she swung from below, she made contact with this lady in an apron and hit a little bit below its armpit—tearing through flesh and bone then exiting from the opposite clavicle and shoulder joint.

This time, since its brain wasn't damaged, I still saw the arm attached to its head twitch while the rest of its body fell down—so I stole her kill by quickly pulling out my pistol and shooting it in the head since she was still in mid-swing.

But yeah, confirmed kills didn't matter between us whether it was stolen or not since Tatiana just moved on and eviscerated three more bloody sods the ones who retreated were just about to return.

But yeah, we probably put down a few hundred deadheads just a bit outside the entrance of the connecting path between these two stations—and if it was as full or packed as it was like all the other stations, we could be looking around a few thousand deadheads to put down plus extra.

That was one of the reasons we went at it with our handheld weapons—only letting Kaley and a few others take shots—because if we could take care of the dregs now, we'd literally have more ammo to use once we start taking a bite off the main course or if there ever was.

Still, I didn't know if this was still the hard and fast assault or the slow burn because as much of the dead we were taking care of, we still hadn't moved a single step inside—and it was pretty much the same from Morales' side.

Although it was for a great reason, only a few number of us were seeing actual action at the moment while everyone else was trying to think up of shit to do.

Because yeah, aside from the younger generation giving us space to move around by collecting the bodies we put down, there were trucks hauling them off elsewhere to be burned to cinders—and there was another group with mops and powerwashers, the ones in charge of the perimeters, and the people waiting their turn to drive the four bobcats that were successfully brought over.

However, all of a sudden, June and Ilana's panicked voices sounded from the main channel because the drones they were trying to get into the same spot Artem had last time were hit by something fast and hard—all at the same time—before the cameras could only pick up weird sounds.

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