Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Before I forget to mention, #1, #2, Mark, and Dong were driving the bobcats and the one who got targeted by those burly fucks was the bobcat #2 was driving. If it weren't for the added weight we put onto it so the person inside would be protected, not only glass shards would be embedded in #2's body but parts of the bobcat itself.

It was because as he saw the two golems rushing at him, he tried to avoid a full-on hit by just twisting the bobcat a tiny~ bit—but with the bobcat's turning radius shot to fuck with its added weight, more protection meant less maneuverability.

But yeah, I could definitely say that everyone present breathed a sigh of relief as #2's bobcat didn't even lift off the ground as it just tilted by slightly tipping over—before it got spun a few times and pushed several feet.

[W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE?! KILL IT YOU FUCKS!]

[CALM THE FUCK DOWN!]

[HOW, MOTHERFUCKER?! I ALMOST DIED!]

[THAT'S THE THING, ALMOST!]

[FUCK YOU, SIR!]

[YOU TALK TO THE MAYOR LIKE THAT?!]

[WE'RE ON IT!]

First of all, I was surprised at the speed at which those golems were moving in because they were at least 300 pounds or heavier, just imagine Mikhail taking gear but bulking insanely at the same time. It's just that its chosen sport was both Strongman and the 100-meter dash.

However, Quinn was still a few inches taller than them but that was as much comparison I could give right now.

Because as I watched how the two moved after ramming #2's bobcat, it seemed like the thicker one was like that DVD screensaver while the nine-headed juggernaut got dizzy nine times over.

"WATCH OUT! WATCH OUT! WATCH OUT!"

"CLEANERS, POWERWASHERS, SWEEPERS— BASICALLY NON-FIGHTERS GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"THE BIG ONE'S HEADING FOR THE LAST SECTOR!"

"OH FUCK, MOTHERFUCKER—"

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

"BOGDAN, DON'T—"

"I FUCKING GOT IT!"

"YOU THREE IN THE OTHER BOBCATS, HUDDLE AROUND #2! THEY CAN'T FLING ALL OF YOU!!!"

It was just abrupt chaos in a matter of seconds but I'll try to narrate what happened play-by-play as best as I could.

I was in the middle of switching to my primary when the big one bounced to the last section of this open space while the other one followed a path like how a doctor's signature would look like.

Everyone in their path obviously moved away—as some tried to fire off some shots—but these motherfuckers seemed to be following an earthquake drill when they had to cover their heads at all times and as much as possible.

It obviously revealed that they'd go down with a shot to the head or heads but we had more problems than these two adding jet fuel to the bonfire.

I just had a mutual understanding with Quinn and Tatiana to take care of the dregs while I head for the nine-headed disaster but the big one just ripped off the last meat curtain, revealing another 100 or so consumables, before bouncing off again to a random-ass but straight route.

It was completely different to the one I was going for because it was worse than a drunk hobbling to get home because one clumsy body slam from this motherfucker was the end of us.

But yeah, Bogdan did throw a grenade as the curtain ripped open but this motherfucker seemed to be in a softball team because that underhand throw flew like a motherfucker. It went past the Stitchers and it just went in between the Bouncer's feet and exploded at the dregs inside.

In addition, one more thing we had to worry about was the fucking crossfire—and there was a lot more stray bullets whizzing past us due to panic from certain members, so I had to say something:

-

*bzzt*

"YOU FUCKERS WHO CAN'T EVEN HIT A 20-METER TARGET GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE YOU SHOOT SOMEBODY! DON'T EVEN APOLOGIZE! HEAD BACK AND TAKE CARE OF THE FUCKING MINIONS OR I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I'LL KILL YA!"

*bzzt*

-

With my point completely sent across, I breathed a sigh of relief as the amount of random-ass gunshots significantly lessened before more controlled shots followed after.

But yeah, I located Artem across this huge open space, and seeing him chasing after the Bouncer gave me more confidence to chase after the Drankanine—title pending.

Because rather than simply moving out of the way of its path like the Bouncer, everyone else approached by my target was giving it more space than they could accommodate—and it was making me focus on the minions instead, as they had more close calls than I could imagine the moment our formation was destroyed.

What we were doing right now was simply improv—and one way to survive this encounter was to either back out or keep scanning your head around because the threat was literally all around us. I mean, the big ones were the only fuckers who invaded our space while some of us had to advance to enemy territory so yeah, it was just a jumbled mess all over.

And while I was in the middle of a fucking reload, the motherfucker—or should I say motherfuckers suddenly u-turned as if it was following a path given by its quarterback—and I had to drop my mag before slicing off a chunk from its left hamstring.

While it wasn't an actual tree and while my blade just easily cut through its flesh like butter, I was testing the waters just in case my treasured blade would get stuck in its body.

'It isn't as rigid as that Hulker but its still tougher than usual… Still haven't tried cutting through bone though…'

But yeah, the way to go about these huge fuckers—or anything deadhead related really—if their head was out of the picture, we should take out their mobility so they'd be sitting ducks. Kaley seeing me take a chunk off its leg made her refocus her sights on its open wound rather than its nine heads that needed a bullet each.

I'm sure with enough time she'd be able to just do it but the goal wasn't to show off her skills but to make the threat level zero in the quickest way possible.

She did manage to sink a bullet in its left leg but with this motherfucker still flailing around, it was a few inches above where I cut though I'm sure it hit bone and significantly lowered its bone structure's total integrity.

It was pretty obvious it was favoring its other leg and hobbling around more unnaturally—but the motherfucker tore off its head one of our snipers managed to sink a bullet in before throwing it in their general direction.

"KALEY!"

[FOCUS ON YOUR SHIT, DOOFUS!]

With a good number of people who retreated back by the entrance, a head flying over them—even at such speed—wasn't an issue, and the motherfucker's aim fucking sucks as it hit the ceiling first, significantly losing its speed, then bouncing down and rolling over anticlimaticly.

Still, this motherfucker aimed for my wife so let's just say that before it gets what's coming for 'em, people would say that the last thing I did was drop all my pack and my primary before picking it back up.

Yes, I picked them up.

'DAMMIT!!!'

It was because this eight-header didn't know how to follow through with an invitation to a 1-on-1 and I had to literally use two full magazines on its legs just so that it could stop running around.

I was more embarrassed by picking up my bag and rifle again than missing several shots because this motherfucker was shuffling incessantly, I had to aim for its ass—I mean, where its hip bone generally was because they move less than its thick legs that this more than slide to the left and right.

However, its final hurrah was to split up what remained of its heads—to find a new shell—once I started hacking off its enviable forearms, but I couldn't find the heart to tell it that Kaley and Jared were picking off its heads from a distance before I finally sunk my blade in its head.

At this point, the only major problem in this joint was the Bouncer who seemed to be slightly more resilient against bullets but it was still staying true to its programming because it still hadn't hit a corner.

I wasn't sure if Artem was just waiting for that to happen before he put it down with Katya but all that chasing became fruitless when its path converged with Mikhail.

Like Alexei, Mikhail just came from a fucking gunshot wound—so they were still feeling things out—but the moment I saw him grip his axe so hard his forearms bulged and his face had gone red—I just turned around and aimed for the remainder of the dregs as I caught a glimpse of the Bouncer's shadow get cut in half.

'Nah, he'd win.'

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