Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

From the time everyone else had worked with me, they could pretty much make decisions on their own except for times when it was really important so then they would either decide on something that was easily fixed or just wait for me and hold on to that thought for as long as possible. Granted there were a few exceptions, but even though there would sometimes be something that could've been easily decided on paper, they operate on the notion of what I would do in their place.

It wasn't like they knew what I would do every single time because they'd been inside my head, but my decisions on most things tend to usually favor everyone's safety and well-being.

With that said, while keeping Mr. Crisologo still loopy for the remainder of our stay in this place, there were three individuals on whom I still needed to make a final decision.

They were "Beth" and "Cece" a.k.a. Mr. Crisologo's bitches and "Eduardo" a.k.a. the driver.

It was pretty obvious that even though they helped in his capture, everyone else from their camp hated their guts for being favored by our hostage in the back of my truck because he did bring them with him in his "escape". But yeah, I did promise the driver his life for switching sides at the last moment but these lesser bitches—as I was informed by a few of their community members—were wrapped in the essence of the actual word: bitches, and I didn't promise them anything.

Eduardo stepped forward as it was now his turn, "S-Sir, you did p-promise me that y-you—"

Beth cut in, "Us too, right?! We did help!"

Cece added, "Right?! We're included in this deal!"

I ignored the two as I maintained eye contact with Eduardo, "I did promise you your life and that's the reason you're still standing right now so… What else do you want from me?"

"That's…"

"That's the deal, right? You probably had a lot of fun while that fucker was still swinging his dick around and I'm not gonna give you a fresh start from any of my outposts—and it's either you hit the road and find some shelter or you dig deep and earn some respect back even if it's in the negatives. Those are your only options."

"I… I understand… I-I'll dig deep, sir."

"Good answer."

"..."

Then Cece tried to get up in my face, "Hey! We gave you some time—"

And I suddenly gave her the Ol' Pimp Backhand that shooketh everybody:

"You gave me what?"

"Did— DID YOU JUST HIT ME?!"

"I did—"

"YOU—"

"Didn't hurt as much? Take a guess why. If you can't, I'll hit you for real."

"YOU DON'T JUST HIT A WOMAN'S FACE!"

"Why?"

"THAT'S— BECAUSE!"

"Bitch. With the amount of fucking makeup you have on, I can put your head in a bowl and have everyone use it as chalk in a powerlifting meet."

"Wha— WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!"

Ignoring Quinn's cackle from the back, "Look, I dunno if you're hormonal or anything but you don't get up in someone's face especially if you're at their mercy. I promised the driver his life but I made no such thing to both of you. But despite that, I'll also give you your lives as consolation but you gotta earn your keep."

"FINE!"

"Good," then I turned to Beth, "And you?"

"What else can I do then?!"

"Uh-huh. Alright, since you two went up in the ranks by spreading your legs—"

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

"Fine, you also used your hands and your mouths… Anything that works, right?"

"PIG! WE DID WHAT WE HAVE TO DO!"

"Yeah. Apparently, you two acted like fucking queens while the 'king' was still seated on his throne. You two didn't give a fuck about what happens to everyone else as long as your tummies are fed and your holes filled. Listen here: I'm not considering building a facility here that could provide sexual release at the moment so you gotta have some other skills to do some other type of work—"

"Why the hell aren't you building one yet?!"

"How hard could a couple of discreet rooms be?! I can do it in my own room, for fuck's sake!"

"Oh? I thought you were so against getting called whores but now you're even giving me the go-ahead and a couple of suggestions? Can you two pick a side and go with it?"

"It doesn't sound right said out loud, okay?!"

"And everyone already hates us for sleeping with their partners, we don't want to get looked down on even more!"

"Alright, I apologize. But then again, what else can you do? I have a system back home that deals with this stuff but you can't just fuck your way through every single thing. It's either your main thing is sex work while you have a backup job or vice versa. Don't forget the training we'll put everyone through, I doubt your bodies could take that much pounding."

Beth rolled her eyes as she looked at me with contempt, "How about you? Can you even last long?"

At that moment, Cece was about to pile on to look down on me but everyone from my inner circle and the ones who had a general idea of my 'situation' couldn't help but laugh in their face. And from seeing their reactions, the two never looked so confused about what they were trying to imply but I just shook my head and moved on with the conversation:

"Here's what's gonna happen: we'll send a few people here to give EVERYONE medical exams and a few more tests and the only way you two could open up a branch here is contingent on you two passing with flying colors. It's either that or you do that shit on the down low. I can't control what you two do in your free time but everyone else that would avail your services should know what they're getting into."

"Are you saying that—"

"Yes. It's just how it is. There are just some things that you can't get rid of with a simple rinse."