Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Everyone behind Kaley is looking confused as hell and some of them are looking at the person next to them to ask about what I meant. I ordered most of them to stay put in our small perimeter and I continued walking towards the store I'm looking at earlier.

"You can't be serious. Wait, you are?!" Kaley walked briskly to catch up to me.

"Yep." I replied.

"That place, we're actually doing it?!" her voice is rising but her face is almost smiling.

"Not the whole musical, just cleaning. Props to you for getting that reference, fistbump?" I raised my left fist.

Kaley's mouth is agape from my reply and the people behind us that I ordered to follow me to help carry some of the stuff are much worse. The shop I walked to is selling random stuff but the first thing I saw overlapping at the road are several feet of garden hoses, mops, and brushes with long handles. I picked the lot and everyone back at the trucks were losing their minds.

"S-sir?"

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Umm..."

"Are we really..."

"I think we are..."

I ignored their remarks and I started to hand out the mops and brushes among them. I hooked up the garden hoses to the faucet and when I turned it on, the pressure was just right. I was about ready to start cleaning but Jared shouted at me.

"Bro! Are you really serious?! This plan is the stupidest plan I've ever witnessed!" Jared exclaimed while the others faintly nodded.

"Yes." I replied.

"What?! Then why the fuck are we doing it?!" he's starting to lose it.

"People say that if something is stupid but it works, it ain't stupid. Well, we'll see if this is ain't it? If you have any other plans, tell me." I replied.

"..." he was speechless.

"Okay, okay, hear me out. The one we're looking for is clearly not coming out so we need to go inside. If we take a step inside, no, WHEN we take a step inside, the risk of us slipping is close to a 100%, right? It's like trying to catch a pig covered in oil! One slip and your lips touching that muck is worse than getting herpes. You'd be lucky if a bump is the only thing you'd grow from that but you get my point, right?" I said while waving my hose around.

"Fine… but if you sing that fucking song, I'll head back, deal?" he stared at me.

"I'll get copyrighted anyway if I do that, sure." I shrugged.

He was still shaking his head, the same with a few soldiers but they eventually gave in and followed my orders.

I said a few things to justify what we're about to do but in the end, it would really look stupid.

We literally started on a corner and I'm spraying water so that the fucking slip and slide on the floor could be easily scrubbed. The planks on the windows were yanked every time the group furiously cleaning was about to pass through them. We found more dead bodies inside from the process but the one I'm looking for cannot be found on the first floor, yet. Since we still have several soldiers on standby, I ordered them to start on searching the nearby shops for anything we could use back home to make use of our time wisely.

We found a couple of jail cells which are part of a much bigger room where several arms are reaching out and it looks like some of them were forcefully yanked out and gorged upon. Only bones and bits of flesh were left from some of them though there's flaps of skin and flesh still remaining inside the cells that are almost sticking to the metal bars. Even in their condition, they're still moving slowly but they can't remove themselves from the metal bars since their bodies were already stuck in between them. The others inside that weren't stuck are just feasting either on themselves or the ones on display.

We walked inside that room after disposing of the ones we saw initially.

There's a few more cells when we walked further in and we found what we're looking for. However, its condition now is not what I hoped it would be when we found it.

It is almost making a 'T' pose where its arms are spread to its side and its legs are close to each other. The problem is that its back is against one of the cells and several bony hands are keeping it in place. I'm wondering at first as to why it isn't making any noise but its throat and jaw were already clawed off and yanked off and must it be inside one of the bellies of the bloody figures feasting on it. The only way I know that it's the one is the hand where the knuckles got bent backwards hasn't been eaten yet.

"Fuck. We're a bit late." I said.

I noticed that it is not making any movements and the reason is in front of us.

The part of its body which is against the metal bars were already eaten off and the ones remaining in front are getting grasped violently and then eaten. Its face is almost falling off and the ones inside must've nicked its brain, maybe from trying to reach places where their hands could still grab something soft. They only needed to clip the skin flap near its ear and the scalp would just fall off. The ones inside that are enjoying themselves have a few that are just making a mess since what they're eating is just falling off the bloody floor because their stomachs are already ruptured.

I just made a long sigh and killed every single one of them with everyone. I'm just sinking my blade slowly and pulling it out when their movements stop. The ones minding their own business in the corners were shot down because we wouldn't bet on the fact they wouldn't change in the future.

We started on clearing the second floor and it's a relief that it doesn't have the floor coating the first floor has. We found a few more stuck inside restrooms, offices, or trying to crawl its way down the stairs and they were quickly taken care of. We took everything from this place we would have use for and we found a gun locker with several guns inside. Most of them are well maintained compared to the ones we found on the dead bodies. Aside from guns, we found other useful items like their radios, riot gear, night sticks, fire extinguishers, boxes of extra uniforms, important records, and etc.

"Hey, how about their storage area for evidence? We could find a few things there, right?" Kaley mentioned.

"That's a great idea. Let's check that place now for anything we could find." I replied.

We already found the keys for the storage area and I'm already expecting a few things in particular. We found a few knives or shivs that had dried blood covering the edge and a few handguns that have their serial numbers filed off. They're still in working condition for the most part but they definitely need some cleaning. Surprisingly, there's no drugs to be found and maybe, just maybe, the ones in charge here might've been sampling it for themselves.

"I find it impossible to find none in this city where a lot of gang members are running corners. They were always in the news before too. This place is defensible if the people guarding it isn't high as fuck. Well, not all of them are upstanding and we can't always have good apples." I thought to myself.

We also took the couple of pickup trucks just parked on the side that has the Police Station's colors. We placed the items the soldiers found on it and they were driven by a few of the soldiers back to our place to save space on the military trucks. Most of them were boxes of food items and the amount of it tells me that not a lot of people managed to survive and scavenge this part of the city.

We boarded up the windows and doors once more so people wouldn't clear this place the second time. We continued with our current goal of blocking the small bridges and it took us the whole second day to do everything. There's a few bridges that took us more time than necessary since we encountered a few small-scale hordes and we needed to strategically face them. Not to mention our pit stops in places where there's a huge stash of supplies we could take back. The pickup trucks were a huge help in transporting them back and we would just radio in our location if we already moved before they came back.

Time gradually passed and it's our last day at this place.

Kaley and I were already in our combat gear and we're just staring at each other inside our tent. It's the early morning and the sun hasn't even come up yet. Everything we would be using are right in front us and we're just waiting. Our breathing is slow and the cold wind outside is the only thing you could hear.

A few moments later, we heard a voice from the radio.

It was the president.

It was a short message but hearing it jolted me and my blood started to pump faster.

*bzzt*

"Wake the fuck up, samurai! We have a city to burn."

*bzzt*