Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

My group continued to clear the 3rd floor with Brian and Carlo's lead. Even if we were slightly messing around, our eyes never lost focus as some of us were looking ahead while the others were watching out for threats that might pop out of nowhere. We were also positioned in a way that would grant us enough space to maneuver around or send help when something bad happens.

Since I already got my hands on a set of keys that could give me access to all of the doors in this hospital, I rarely used my lockpicks or the duct tape trick to gain access to the locked doors spread across the several floors. The only time I ever used them was the times when the locks I needed to open used a new padlock that wasn't duplicated in the set of keys that I have obtained.

There wasn't much of the undead on this last floor but there were still a lot of medical supplies to be taken home. The disinfectants and the alcohol still came by the gallons and the medicine from the pharmacy was a fuck ton.

'I guess if you experiment on the patients you're supposed to treat, you'd have a lot lying around...' I thought to myself.

Aside from that, the luggage we have to go through after all of this was over was massive. It couldn't compare to the first building we cleared but I bet we could find a lot of items we would have a lot of use for back home. Even clean clothing would prove useful at this time because wearing clothes smeared with the infected could give anyone a whole lot of trouble.

It didn't take us long to finally clear this hospital but in terms of looting it, I decided to have the group that swept the first building do it for us. We just took items we would have immediate use for like the extra gun and magazines we discovered on a dead soldier earlier. We discovered more while we were putting body after body but it didn't manage to replenish everything that we used.

"Let's call it in before we proceed to the library." I said to my group.

"The specials are on the 2nd floor." Tatiana mentioned before I picked up my earpiece.

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"To the people still sweeping the first building for resources, once you get to the hospital, there are three specials on the 2nd floor. Secure their bodies tightly and bring them to the roof of the first building we searched along with the other items you've taken already, got it?"

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[We got it, Sir.]

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"Okay, you could also go ahead and bring back some of the weapon crates in the barracks. However, make the people from the choke points take all the bullets and throwables they could before bringing it up. Hmm, just bring all the unused guns up and maybe a few ammo cans but leave most of them by the first choke point by the first building."

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[Bro, they already came back a few times. I think it would be better to have someone drive the cargo helicopter back because the items they've brought here would take several trips. Or, we could also request a few container vans from where the president is currently so we could have an easier time transporting everything back. That's not counting the vehicles we could take back home as well so we better start early.]

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"We could, but not now. Just gather everything first and we'll figure it out later. They might still be in the middle of something so let's just have everything ready before requesting help."

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[Okay, bro. If you guys take any longer, I'll head down and clear the rest of the buildings myself!]

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"Heh, just fucking nestle over there and lay an egg if you're that fucking bored!"

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[The fuck?!]

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A series of laughter from my earpiece followed as my group started to descend the stairs. We discovered the mess Tatiana her small group made on the lower floors but most of them were located on the first floor. The cleanest one would be heads stabbed straight in the eye socket while the most brutal ones were the heads left unrecognizable due to a strong impact.

The first one I saw was a deadhead that seemed to have been thrown violently down the stairs. Its neck was angled horribly but more than half of its head was crushed when it collided with the wall. Someone could probably glue its skull together but its precious brain inside was now smeared on what was once white walls that adorned the hospital.

"You guys went wild." Kaley commented.

"Ah, that's a sprinter. We would've done the same thing to it but that wasn't us." Tatiana replied.

"It just flew down the stairs and ended itself." Katya added.

"Oh, I see." Kaley nodded, checking the rest of her magazines.

"Okay, replenish everything we have used from the ammo cans in the jeep where Marvin and the rest are. Take a small break while you're at it but we'll head to the library afterward." I said to the group.

My group agreed with the idea and once we reached the jeep, Marvin and Ashley were a few feet forward, pulling the deadheads they've killed to the side. A few dozen were sprawled out with either stab wounds or bullet holes but I discovered that they've already looted them for valuables and essential items. Aside from those items, IDs and other dog tags were placed inside a pouch to somehow identify the ones they put down.

"Here's a few more, keep them secured." Ibarra mentioned after placing a few dog tags he collected himself.

It took us a few minutes to replenish everything and took a small bite of snacks we brought with us. It still wasn't noon but we needed a little boost with a few candy bars or energy drinks. It was a tad difficult to eat with dead bodies sprawled on the floor emanating such a foul smell but we just bear with it.

To reach the library, we would still need to drive on the driveway but we would need to pass by a place ridden with several trees and other decorative plants. Our jeep could still drive through that area but the wide paved road was now replaced with a dirt road, a grassy area, and a small gravel path that would lead to a park-like area before reaching the library itself.

"Let's bring another jeep just in case." Matthew suggested.

It was easy enough to acquire one but I still walked with my weapon drawn once we slowly approached the library.

I made sure to stab down every deadhead I encountered just in case it was playing dead. Some of them seemed to have a slight delay before detecting us and moving, so we had to make sure it wouldn't move once we moved past it. We only needed to drive our blade a few inches forward and it wasn't much trouble just to be on the safe side.

The trees offered a nice shade and the scenery would have been perfect if it wasn't for the deadheads coming for us.

The gravel path had several deadheads aimlessly wandering around and their heads violently turned towards us when they heard the engine noise. They didn't move as fast as the sprinters or even the ferals but their numbers would pose a problem when they got too close. They were several dozen in number and it could rival a small herd.

Kaley immediately fired shot after shot with Ibarra while the rest of us waited for the right opportunity.

The ones that got hit squarely had their heads blew back from the impact, tripping the ones that followed after them. Kaley would kill them by taking down a couple then leaving another couple alternately. It was to have some space for the people that would go melee with them to maneuver easily. Ibarra was doing the same thing but he was doing it from the opposite side.

I could've joined them as well but it seems like my hand wouldn't want to let go of my katana.

Once Kaley and Ibarra stopped for their second reload, I immediately lunged forward to mow down the ones in front of me. My group behind me followed my lead and I was holding my katana with two hands.

The first strike was a horizontal slash, entering a deadhead's right temple, passing through both eye sockets, and exiting its left temple. I didn't lop its head off cleanly but it definitely cut through its head like butter. As my blade exited its first victim, I kicked it down to trip up the ones behind it before using my left hand gripping the end of the handle as leverage to quickly turn it to the same path it took earlier.