Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

You could hear a pin drop from that one moment but anyone that had a functioning brain immediately drew their weapons. The dull thuds were getting louder and louder and the number of times it would happen each moment was getting more frequent than the usual.

"GET AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE!!! NOW!!!" the soldiers roared.

"NO!!! THEY'RE STILL THEM!!! THEY'RE JUST HUNGRY AND SICK!!! PLEASE!!! THEY JUST NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!!!" the girl with the high-pitched voice yelled.

"FINAL WARNING!!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT FUCKING VEHICLE RIGHT NOW!!!" the soldiers raised their rifles.

"PLEASE!!! NO!!! IT'S- AHHHHHHHH!!!" she tried to shield the SUV with her body but a bloodied arm punched through the window and ripped her throat apart. She started gurgling her own blood and it spilled through her shirt.

"CASEY!!!" the girl with the pale face lost control of her legs.

"R- GRBLGH! RY- GLRGGH!" Casey tried to call for help.

"CAS!!!" the guy with the beanie I knocked down earlier crawled to her side but the blood was already gushing violently from Casey's neck.

He was trying to stop the bleeding by applying pressure but the blood was going through his fingers and the area ripped apart was too big. Blood kept on pouring down, staining the side of the road crimson red. A small pool was beginning to form beneath Casey's body but the show was not over.

Another hand punched through the glass but its skin and bits of flesh got peeled off by the jagged shards. It seemed that the being just turned recently because blood sprayed out and it wasn't as viscous as the ones we usually encounter. It was severely discolored and black lines were visible through its skin. It was trying to grab onto anything, trying to score the same piece of flesh the first one managed to get ahold of.

More hands tried punching through the wall but one of them had brittle bones because its arm snapped in two places. Bone jutted out from the middle of its arm and it bled profusely. However, it didn't stop slamming its broken hand over and over until it managed to rupture its entire hand when it found a little gap to push into. However, the gap it reached just snapped a finger off then the whole arm retracted and went wild.

"KchrAArghh!!! AarchKrcKKhara!!!"

It was like a fucked up wiper trying to stain the whole glass as it violently flopped around, spraying blood all over.

My group and I were just waiting for a head to pop up but the soldiers started firing through the trunk with their M16s. It bore several holes inside and guttural but muffled screams followed. The onlookers also took cover when it happened and several brass casings fell to the floor. Sparks flew out and the tires were also punctured from the barrage. The kids were in close proximity and the debris that flew off went straight to them. However, that still wasn't their primary concern.

"PLEASE STOP!!! THEY'RE STILL ALIVE!!! THEY'RE MY FRIENDS!!! NOOOOOOO!!!" a shout came from them.

"PLEASE!!! STOP SHOOTING!!! STOP SHOOTING!!! MOM~!!!"

"NO!!! THEY'RE STILL ALIVE!!! THEY'RE STILL ALIVE!!! WE JUST NEED TO-" the guy with the tank top's cries was drowned out by the gunshots.

The young adults were just down on the ground, screaming nonstop, as they were trying their best to cover their ears. Casey, the girl with the high-pitched voice was already dead, blankly staring in the sky as everything was happening. Blood was still hemorrhaging out of her throat and none could help stop the bleeding. The blood started to seep through the clothes of her friends and most of them were going to the kid with the beanie.

The soldiers fired for only a few seconds but the trunk was now looking like a cheese grater. The glass shattered completely and the hands were just laying limp on one side or the other. Blood started to slowly trickle down from the bottom of the SUV but the soldiers weren't done. They pulled the young adults off Casey's body then they threw them on the side of the road. They made them lie prone before smashing Casey's head open.

"NOOOOOOOO!!! WHY WOULD-" the guy with the beanie shouted but a soldier drove the bump stock of his rifle towards his head.

"RYAN!!!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!"

"YOU KILLED HER!!!"

"WHYYYY?!"

"WE COULD'VE SAVED HER!!!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BRING BITERS INSIDE THE INTERCITY, HUH?! HUH?! FUCKING ANSWER YOU FUCKING DELINQUENTS!!!" a soldier roared as he kicked the kid with the tank top as it tried to stand up and tackle him.

The others continued crying nonstop but the onlookers were not on their side. The look they were giving the young adults made it seem that they wanted to give the beating themselves. Not only did they stow their undead friends in the trunk, but they also drove inside the Intercity, potentially infecting everyone.

"FUCK YOU!!! YOU MURDERERS!!! YOU SHOULD ALL JUST DIE!!!"

The guy in the tank top spat out more words as he kept on trying to stand up. One quick hit to the back of the head made him fall unconscious the same way with the kid with the beanie.

It would've made the news when the scene of soldiers in a scuffle with young adults but it was fucking warranted. Not to mention, I almost wanted to join in because simply talking wouldn't work with some people, especially if they're fucked in the head. Pain gets through more easily sometimes aside from logical reasoning.

Also, it was more personal for me because they tried to accuse me of something they did to themselves. Things back then could've gone more smoothly but there was nothing I could do about it anymore. I just pulled my punches earlier because they were far younger than I am. I would've resolved the issue earlier by showing the soldiers the footage.

However, this time, what they did was inexcusable, and endangering everyone was something I just wouldn't let go.

"WHO THE FUCK LET THEM IN?! DIDN'T I CALL YESTERDAY TO WATCH OUT FOR THEM?! OSCAR TOLD YOU, RIGHT?! DID NO ONE CHECK THE TRUNK?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, furious.

The soldiers and the onlookers were also boiling from what transpired so everyone wanted to get to the bottom of this. One of the soldiers started to pull out his radio and started to contact the people at the gate.

They have a simple logbook to record everyone that came in and out and we would discover the one who let them in much sooner.

He was shouting through the radio while one of the soldiers was pointing his gun towards the kids who were now on the ground with their hands above their heads. Non-compliance would result to more violent measures and everyone in the Intercity understood that fact.

"Do they have a backer here? I find it hard to accept that they think that they could do whatever they want here." I thought to myself.

"Let's double-check the trunk in case something is still alive but can't move." I said to the soldiers and they had the same idea.

Fortunately, all of them were dead but we did make sure they by double-tapping them with our knives. They were all the same age as the ones we were detaining and I couldn't figure out why the hell did they store them at the trunk. They were a mangled mess and it didn't help to look at them riddled with holes bleeding out.

It took a few seconds before the soldier contacting the gate grew furious.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CHECKED THEM?! YOU DIDN'T SEE THE FUCKING BITERS INSIDE?!" the soldier exclaimed.

The soldier on the radio was shouting nonstop but looking closely on the inside of the SUV, they were covered by multiple layers of leather tarps and tied poorly by thin ropes. It was just a mangled mess of bodies in the truck mixed in with some of the supplies they scavenged.

The kids that were knocked out eventually regained their senses but they're still up to doing what they do best. The guy in the tank top was looking at me furiously but I shot my pistol near his head when he started to snake his hand in his pockets. The debris hit him and trickles of blood slowly flowed out.

"I'M JUST REACHING FOR MY TOWEL!!! CAN'T I EVEN DO THAT?! WHAT KIND OF SICK PLACE IS THIS?!" he roared as his hands returned to the back of his head.

"You hotshot didn't know how to follow instructions eh? If we said you don't move, you don't fucking move. Trust me, I already gave you more chances compared to my place." I crouched down and smacked him in the head once.

"FUCK YOU!!!" he shouted as his face was breaded with dirt and dust.

"You, check their bodies. I'll shoot them in the head if they move." I said to the soldier that was supposed to watch them.

He found small knives and an empty pistol but the guy with the beanie had several scratches and abrasions on his body. It didn't take long before Oscar and another soldier who seemed to be the higher-ranked among the soldiers came in their own vehicles. I surmised he was the CO of their group and he looked at me solemnly.

"Fucking shit, what happened here kid?! I was gone for a few minutes and this happened?!" Oscar shouted from his SUV.

"Sir, the kids here started all of this." the guy on the radio spoke up after berating the soldier on the other side of the radio.

"Fucking explain what happened don't just point fingers! Kid! What the fuck happened?!" Oscar exited his vehicle while Lois and Mikhail were still at the truck bed.

The CO of the soldiers here said nothing but he seemed to demand the same explanation. We told everyone that just came in everything that transpired. To support my statements, I got vouched by several eyewitnesses and I even showed them the footage from my bodycam.

I did throw them a grenade but the reason why was revealed from the audio before the throw. Most wouldn't give a flying fuck and just shoot them at that time because they were an unknown variable and could potentially put us in harm's way. However, I tried the best I could to not use lethal force until necessary. It was a stupid decision and I sure wished I just threw it at them. I wasted a grenade just to give them a warning and this was what I get from it.

However, it seemed that there were more in their system apart from weed.

All of the evidence from my side was shown but these kids didn't seem to understand the difference of fact from fiction. They were still trying to tell everyone that I tried to kill them and it was my fault for the other half of the horde coming for them. They could've backed away when they could but they drove through them, making the other half follow suit.

"NO! HE'S LYING! HE'S LYING! HE TRIED TO KILL US! HE TRIED TO KILL US!"

"OH MY GOD, THEY'RE ALSO KILLED- WHY?! WHY?!"

"YOU'RE ALL THE SAME!!! FUCK ALL OF YOU!!! THEY'RE STILL ALIVE!!!"

Each one of us looked at each other but a woman came running in, shouting curses that would make a Youtube video demonetized.

Not to judge a book by its cover, but the signs were all there.

The demanding tone, the racial slurs, the anti-vax shirt, and most importantly, the bob cut hairstyle. It wasn't even a second before we heard the famous words:

"I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER!!!" she bellowed.

I don't know why but almost everyone around us groaned or almost shot her.

"Ma'am, you need to back away in case you get shot." a soldier reminder her.

"GET SHOT?! ME?! GET SHOT?! RYAN!!! WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS TIME?! STAND UP THIS INSTANT AND DON'T LISTEN TO THESE FREE-LOADERS!!! ENFORCING SECURITY MY ASS!!! AS IF YOUR GUNS COULD PROTECT US ALL!!! YOU THINK YOU'RE ALL TOUGH, ARE YA?!" the lady shouted.

The kid with the beanie slowly stood up with a smirk.

"No, you don't. Go back in your position." I raised my voice loud enough for everybody to hear.

"What are you gonna do?! Shoot him?!" the lady was glaring at me.

Then I shot him.