Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

I was about to head into the driver's seat when I spotted a herd moving towards the crash site. They were coming from behind us and it would be a bad idea if one of our escape routes were blocked. It was the shortest way back as well so I raised my rifle and I swiftly flicked the safety off. The distance between them was playing a bit more than a hundred yards so not much adjustment was needed.

I aimed at the closest one wearing a Mickey D's uniform and I pulled the trigger.

The bullet I sent was immediately followed by several more because I didn't wait for the body to plop to the ground before I aimed at another one. Jared also opened fire because he was at the truck bed with Lawrence. Kaley and the Tatiana were in the process of getting out of the vehicle while this was all happening. Cynthia tried to get out as well but there weren't enough doors to come out immediately.

I was blocking one with my body and it was where Russel was seated on. He was also in the process of getting out but he decided to use the other doors because I was sending bullet after bullet in close proximity. This time, we made sure everyone was wearing protective gear, especially for their ears because we wouldn't want a repeat of what happened with Jomarro.

I was halfway through my magazine before the more nimble ones from the herd decided to increase in speed. Their bite-ridden bodies were flailing around as they broke off from the initial group. Their bodies were in varying sorts of decay but the blood that seeped through their clothes had already hardened. Their excessive movements were just making the remaining fluids in their bodies leak out as I witnessed one having green and brown stuff leaking out from its abdomen.

However, it made them an easier target and I went through my magazine faster than expected.

The bolt locked to the rear so I pressed the mag release to take the empty magazine in my hand. I threw it inside the Raptor so that the person inside could immediately reload it. I was in the process of placing a new magazine but I heard someone yell.

"BRO, WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY'D YOU THROW IT IN MY HEAD!!!" Russel roared.

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO CATCH IT WITH YOUR HANDS, NOT YOUR HEAD!!! OPEN THAT AMMO CAN AND RELOAD IT!!!" I roared back.

"AHHHHHH!!! THIS IS GONNA LEAVE A MARK!!!"

"LESS TALK, MORE WORK!!!"

"DON'T TALK LIKE MY DAD!!!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BE QUICK SINCE MORE WOULD BE FOLLOWING!!!"

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! STOP YELLING BRO!!!"

I shook my head before hitting the bolt release and looking at the incoming herd, there was still more coming from the corner they came from. The road leading to the bridge was starting to get riddled with bodies but their numbers were still getting replenished.

"This is the fucking problem if there's no one to clear these fuckers everyday." I thought to myself.

The road we were in had four lanes and we were trying our best to kill them all before they drop down and cover all of it. I'm sure the Raptor could run over a few but not all of them piled over one another. I then aimed at a glass wall that belonged to a shop that sold ceramics and fired a few rounds.

The glass shattered and anything brittle inside it and it somewhat directed their movements to keep tight and not spread around. Jared got the same idea as he tried to aim for the remaining vehicles were the bridge was located. It was his third attempt when he triggered an alarm that started blaring and sent the deadheads further away from us and the road they were trying to occupy.

Shooting targets other than the dead was just a means to kite them around because, at the end of the day, we still needed to send a bullet through their heads.

"BRO!!! HERE!!!" Russel handed me a loaded mag.

He was about to exit the vehicle but another magazine came from the other side.

"PLEASE!!!" I heard Kaley's voice.

Russel was wearing a difficult expression but he bore through it. It seemed that he wanted a piece of the action as well because even if he was reloading the thrown mags inside the Raptor, he was doing it begrudgingly.

I placed it in a pouch to my side then I heard Lawrence firing in the opposite direction.

"Shit, there's more." Lawrence muttered as he loaded another round.

I instinctively glanced at him and he noticed me looking at him.

I didn't have to ask him what was going on as he said, "There's something looking at us from the roof. There's a few of them and they could move."

Almost everyone paused for a short moment as they also heard what Lawrence said. If he said 'someone', it would've already posed a threat but 'something' meant something different. If he was talking about the specials we only encountered a couple of times, we were in for a whole lot of trouble in this scenario. Add to that they could move, which could mean that they could make the shots towards them harder or they could go for cover if they were able to.

"The range increased significantly too..." I thought to myself.

I wasn't able to check them personally but I trusted Lawrence's judgment and it was not the time to mess around. The sentries couldn't give us trouble just by themselves but combine them with the herd coming for us and the swarm that kamikaze'd the helicopter, it was just about time to think about bailing out and regrouping.

However, the best course of action was to try and take them down first before we even think about leaving. The herd we were facing was still present and the others that paused for a moment continued firing at them again. There was still more distance from the swarm compared to the herd we were facing but we need to clear them as fast as possible.

"Jared!" I shouted

"Yeah, on it!" Jared turned around and looked at the same place Lawrence was aiming at.

They started to fire shots but their faces were telling me bad news.

Kaley and the rest were still firing at the herd so I tried to look back momentarily.

The swarm behind was still hundreds of meters away but now they were all standing still, facing this direction. Their backs were facing the burning helicopter and it didn't take long before a good number of them assumed running positions.

A chill ran down my spine but I quickly reached for a little something we'd call a 'to whom it may concern' weapon. I'm sure that Jared and Lawrence could hit them at this distance but we didn't have the time to pick them off one by one. I wouldn't use this kind of weaponry against those fuckers but they fucking asked for it.

"OHHHHH FUCKING SHIT BRO!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Russel started to get hysterical.

The booster charge, warhead, and sustained motor were already screwed in place so the grenade was ready to be fired and I already removed the safety cap. I was looking at the iron sights and I just aimed it in the general direction. In case I miss, I have three more rockets and if I overshoot, they'd self-detonate when they reach 900 meters. RPG-7s were not as accurate as our rifles in long distances and I only have a 20%-30% chance of hitting them at this distance for the first shot.

I cocked the hammer and after a brief exhale, I pulled the trigger.

The projectile was launched by the propelling charge for a few meters before the sustainer rocket kicked in. It then flew to maximum velocity and the fins opened up that made the rocket spun and stabilize it in flight. Jared and Lawrence were still trying to take shots but the rocket made impact.

A huge chunk of the building was removed but it hit lower than what I anticipated.

The biggest weakness this weapon has was crosswind. I could calculate for wind, velocity, and other factors just as easily but using this weapon could give me varying results.

However, I didn't put it to mind as I loaded another one.

This time, it finally went straight on target and what happened next was fascinating.

More than half of the swarm lost interest in us as they went back to the burning helicopter or to the building that threw debris over them, crushing a lot in the process. A few were still making their way but their numbers were not enough to pose a threat for Jared and Lawrence.

I handed the case with the RPG-7 back to Russel and he was looking at it almost uncomfortably. I swore I saw him lick his lips before another magazine hit his head.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!! BE CAREFUL!!!" Russel came back to reality.