Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

The moment I finished my sentence, I looked at their reactions to see if they would give any indication that they would know anything. The soldiers around me gave either surprised or solemn expressions but the people inside gave me lots of indication that they knew something. It was an instant but I saw their faces give a different expression and going back to what it was originally.

"What?"

"Contacts?"

"What do you mean?"

"Someone probably told their people about that place."

"Why though?"

"Well, they're all crazy fucks. You weren't there."

"You should've seen what they did."

"What? What did they do?"

"I'll tell you later when we're on break."

The bald guy is looking directly at me while the rest of them inside are barely listening or still cowering in fear. He has a difficult expression plastered on his face but he would flinch every time he would hear the kid in the other room laughing.

"Three." I started to count.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." he quickly said.

"Two." I ignored him.

"Please~! Ask me anything else! I really don't know!" he pleaded.

"One." I sighed.

"Hey, Thomas, right? Can you bring this guy out? I was promised that he would tell me everything earlier but apparently his meaning of 'everything' is very different from what I know." I looked at one of the soldiers. He glanced at Ferdinand first and he nodded.

"P-please! I really don't know the contact you're talking about! Wait! Wait! Please don't put me back~!" he exclaimed when Thomas opened the door to get him.

The others inside didn't help him in the slightest and Thomas smashed the stock of his rifle on the bald guy first so it would be easier to bring him outside. Instead of bringing him to the next room, I told Thomas to remove his restraints and everyone got confused. The bald guy got placed in front of me and he is shaking all over.

"I don't want to call you baldy so tell me your name." I looked at him.

"B-bob, B-bob's my name. Please I'm begging you! Please~ I really don't know anything!" He pleaded.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~" Tim's laugh resounded from the inside again.

"Bob? Okay then, Bob. You know, Tim and I are slowly starting to be friends now. I gave him food and he gave me information. That's a very simple transaction but we both acquired what we wanted. Tell me, can you do the same?" I said calmly.

"Yes! Yes! I-"

Before he completed his sentence, I delivered a strong punch towards his abdomen. He curled down and he clutched his stomach.

"Seriously? Lying again? I just asked you a simple question earlier and you said you didn't know. Bob, I'm really getting tired, you know that? We waited all night for you all to come and my sleeping pattern has gone to shit and I fucking hate that happening. Tell me what I want or I'll cut you to even parts so that Tim would have rations for days." I said as I squatted down.

He's dry heaving and he's coughing at random intervals. I gave a long sigh and decided to ask another question. Ferdinand was silently listening to our conversation but he was needed in the hospital. He said his goodbye and left me with a few of his soldiers to guard the people I'm with. I gave him the rest of the food in my paper bag and he simply nodded when he left us.

"Bob, we'll get back to this, okay? I'll ask you a different one. Why are you collecting heads? I encountered a small group from your side and they have collected a freezer full of heads. Care to explain me why? Does your 'father' have some sort of weird collection going on? I collect things too don't get me wrong but I think there's more to it than that." I said.

"H-hey sir, isn't it just for the statues that they're making?" Thomas chimed.

"Well, yeah. That's one of it I guess but the effigies they made has different parts too. The group I encountered is specifically a head-only group. Even the ones who attacked Chang's place has their heads taken only as well. Seems a bit weird to me. If they collect parts just for that purpose, wouldn't it be just better to take the whole body? Bob, did I guess correct?" I replied and looked at Bob but he kept quiet.

"The heads in the display at Woodlands are mostly dead while the ones we found are all alive and... clacking. They could be using those heads for a few more things rather than simply turning them to one of those effigies." Kaley said.

"What if they're using them to turn others? Into zombies?" Thomas replied.

"You could simply sink a piece of knife stained with their blood to another living person and they'll turn eventually even if they don't die. Blood to blood contact can make other people turn. I witnessed that when Kaley and I were in the airport. Bob, you're really quiet now, any reason? Why are you collecting heads that are still alive?" I replied then turned to Bob again.

Instead of pleading that he didn't know anything again, he's really silent now. A faint smile formed on my face and the surrounding area got really cold.

"Bob, based on that look you're giving me tells everyone here that you know something. I'll be more 'thorough' now if you catch my drift. Judging from your bruises, you were all hit by either punches or kicks. Icing them properly and taking the medicine for pain would make it heal completely in a few days. Anyway, Bob, last warning. If you don't tell me what's on your mind right now, oh boy. Something would really happen that's permanent." I said with an angelic smile but with a devilish glare.

"I-I really don't k-"

Before he finished his reply, I dragged him back to where the seven where and threw him against a wall. He slammed against it and he fell flat on his stomach. He was about to get up but I grabbed his right hand and pulled something from my med pack. I keep it on hand just in case I need to perform emergency stitching but I think using it for a different purpose would send the message across.

It's a very thin needle.

"No no no no no no no no no, please~! NOOOOOOO~!!!" he pleaded.

"Too late." I replied.

It made a small glint and then it entered under his fingernail. The tip barely sunk in and he tried to pull his arm back. I didn't let him pull it since I'm stepping over his shoulder so I pushed it all the way inside. The color of that finger changed immediately and you could only see the half of the hole where you could place the thread in if you look closely. He started to roll over on the floor while the rest inside watched in horror as they grimaced.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

He tried to pinch it with his left hand to remove it but it's only making it worse. His right hand is shaking and he's struggling to keep a straight face. A huge vein has appeared on his forehead and his face is all red from the pain he's experiencing.

"I'm placing another one if you don't start on talking." I casually said.

He gave a really difficult expression and he gritted his teeth. However, the pain hits him again and he grimaced as his finger is starting to bleed a little.

"THEY'RE MAKING GUIDES~! GUIDES~! THE FATHER IS MAKING GUIDES~! PLEASE~! PLEASE FUCKING REMOVE IT~!" he pleaded and he stretched his hand with a needle stuck under his fingernails.

"They're?" I thought to myself.

"Guides? What guides are you talking about? Are you talking about the sentries? Fucking answer properly! What does the guides do?" I asked as I swatted his hand off.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH~! GUIDES! WE CALL THEM GUIDES~! PLEASE~! THEY- THEY- THEY GUIDE THEM AWAY OR ANYWHERE!!! A GROUP JUST COLLECTS THEM AND THEY WOULD GIVE THEM TO THE FATHER!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT ARE THE FUCKING SENTRIES YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!!!" he shouted.

"Shit." I thought to myself.

"So that 'father' of yours can make those 'guides' you speak of just by collecting normal heads?" I asked.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!! HE JUST COLLECTS THEM AND IT WOULD JUST BE A MIRACLE!!! THE CHOSEN HEAD WILL BE A GUIDE WHERE THE OTHERS COULD FOLLOW!!! IT IS THE MIRACLE OF GOD THAT A FUCKING MURDERER LIKE YOU DOESN'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW!!!" he bellowed.

"So, the 'father' just waits for one to turn to a special then? Or does he do something else? There's a lot more question than answers." I thought to myself then I offered my hand.

He draws it back at first but when he saw my calm face, he thought I was gonna pull it out. Well...

Instead of relieving him of the pain, I relieved him of something else.

I held his finger tightly as I felt the tip of the needle. I used it as a leverage as my other hand started to push upwards his nail. His nail quickly got torn off and blood started to drip from the sides. When it was halfway done, I pulled the nail out and let go of him. He quickly pulled back and his back slammed against the wall. He is looking at the half-torn nail on his finger and he's breathing heavily. He ripped a portion of his shirt and he started to place it against his bleeding finger.

He was more determined than I thought because he actually tried pulled it off himself. He used the cloth to hold the nail so that when he pulled it off, it wouldn't slip. His nail has more surface area than the needle earlier so he easily pulled it off. He screamed loudly after that but he gritted his teeth and tried to contain the pain. He looked at me as if he would pounce on me since nothing is restraining him.

"Go ahead. Try." I thought to myself.

"FUCKING SINNERS KNOWING THE SACRED WAYS OF OUR FATHER!!! YOU ALL ARE NOT WORTHY!!! FUCKING PRICKS!!! WAIT TILL THE FATHER COMES HERE HIMSELF!!! YOU SEVEN WILL ALSO BEAR HIS WRATH SINCE YOU DID NOTHING!!! NOTHING!!!" he started to get hysterical.

Tim's laughter resounded again but it was longer than before. It seems that he lost it and then I made a small glance outside. The guards and Kaley are wearing different expressions than normal and Kaley looked at me when she felt my eyes looking at her.

"He's! He's..." Kaley shouted with a worried face.