Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

The look on the faces of Cyrill and the rest of the prisoners were inexplicable the moment those words came out of Morales' mouth. His voice wasn't as loud when he spoke but it was loud enough for everybody to hear clearly. He spoke with a normal face but there was this dark undertone with his voice the moment it left his mouth. The knife he was holding was slowly dripping blood and he wasn't bothering to wipe it at all.

That was when Cyrill lost strength in his legs while a few of the prisoners tried to either jump on the water or to run back inside the shipping container they were in. However, the soldiers right behind them were quick to put them back in the same spot they were sitting on.

"Please! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY~!!!"

"WE'RE JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS!!! WE'RE JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS!!!"

"Please let us go!"

"Have mercy!"

"PLEASE!!!"

"GOD HELP US PLEASE!!! GOD!!! PLEASE HELP US!!!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The prisoners tried to plead once more as they turned to the president but punches and kicks rained on them instead. Their lips and eyebrows got chipped while a select few got broken noses. One of them had his eye swollen to the point that he couldn't open it but the soldiers didn't stop until the president deemed it so. A few tried to still call for mercy but they were the ones that received the most beating.

When the soldiers were done, all we could hear was small whimpers and hushed cries because they were sure that another beating would be granted to them the moment they tried to tell the president what to do.

A normal person witnessing this type of stuff happening in front of their eyes without context would definitely ask or plead to the authorities to stop but everyone in this harbor knew what they did to the president's soldiers. Good soldiers were definitely hard to come by and it would take a lot of time and resources to replace them, much less arm them. Not only that, the bond they shared with their comrades was nothing to sneeze at and the people responsible for their deaths definitely wouldn't have it easy.

Morales was patiently waiting for Cyrill's response this time but the person he threw in front of him decided to be cooperative.

"H-H-Hey! I- Umm- I-I c-could t-tell you wh- GRRCK!!!" the guy was about to continue but Morales' boot welcomed him instead.

A couple of teeth flew out from his mouth then another kick was delivered to his abdomen. The guy instantly spewed out his lunch and Morales stepped on his head, smothering him with the ripe-smelling fluids that he threw up.

"Who the fuck asked you? Hey, are you gonna answer or not? My question isn't that hard, right? First things first, stand up and stop being a wuss. I'm talking to you normally and you're fucking shaking in there like you're the one receiving the beating yourself." Morales turned to Cyrill once more.

As soon as Cyrill heard that, he tried to stand up as fast as he could while trying to look at the guy's face, thinking hard if he could recognize him.

The guy had the same skinny build as the first one and they all had this 'look' they share. The sunken-shifty eyes, the slack-tight jaw, black-yellow teeth, and the cold sweat pouring out of them with the occasional trembling either due to fear or a symptom of withdrawal. It was already a good thing that they could understand and respond normally to a conversation and I think that was the only thing keeping them alive for the most part.

Everyone was waiting for Cyrill's response but his face already gave it away.

Morales was watching Cyrill closely and the facial expression that told us that he didn't recognize the guy made Morales tighten the grip on his knife before sinking it to the same place he sunk his blade into the first guy. The person this time wasn't even able to react or plead his case a second time because he was just as shocked as Cyrill the moment he was taken care of.

His eyes were still open when he fell flat and he was just staring at one side of the harbor while he was still bleeding out from the stab.

No one had the time to mourn for them because the third person was already being brought in front of Cyrill.

It was a woman this time and her skin was pale while her hair was frazzled and dirty. Tears were continuously flowing down her cheeks and she was shaking from fear, afraid of what Morales would eventually do to her. However, she still hasn't resigned to her fate because she tried to bluff her way out of this situation.

"H-Hey… y-you… y-y-you know m-me, r-right? Y-You're the guy that u-used to come e-every Tuesday, r-right?" the woman was desperately hinting at Cyrill to tell Morales that he knew her.

It was at this moment Cyrill made the smart decision to glance at me for a brief second. Everyone already knew that the woman was lying and I immediately looked at him, hinting to not be fucking stupid at this time or else he would join the two guys the moment he said he knew her.

"H-Hey~ don't j-just look at me… you know- you know me, r-right?" the woman continued, slowly inching toward Cyrill, leaning forward to give him a little peek of her assets.

'If you fall for that you fucking idiot I'd lay your ass out myself...' I thought to myself, trying to catch Cyrill's attention so he wouldn't think with his dick.

Cyrill was staring at her confused but I knew it was all over when his eyes shifted for a few centimeters to check her out. I don't know how a person being tested would risk it all just for a chance at someone he didn't even know that well and just traipsing death as we speak. However, my biggest concern was Morales.

'Huh?' I was confused.

I briefly glanced at Morales to check his expression but he was actually amused at what was happening between the two. The grip on his knife had considerably loosened while his guarded stance from earlier was now replaced with him just leaning with his other foot, casually standing and watching for the events to unfold.

'This is bad...' I thought to myself.

I glanced at Oscar first to see what his expression like but he already lost interest and was shaking his head in disappointment. I don't know if Matthew was familiar with my situation with my cousin but he was still watching silently. When I glanced to my side, Kaley and Tatiana were just watching but waiting about what I would do next while Jared was starting to get pissed off about Cyrill's actions.

I had to make a choice.

If I let everything play out, I'm sure that sooner or later, Cyrill will join the corpses laying beside them. However, if I interfere, I might risk my relationship with the president and perhaps one of his officers if I don't have a solid reason as to why I would help my estranged cousin.

'Fuck it.' I decided to approach them.

The woman still kept on egging Cyrill on but before Cyrill managed to open his mouth and doom himself, I grabbed him from behind and lifted him up in the air.

"Wha-" was the only thing that left Cyrill's mouth before I slammed him down with German Suplex.

I made sure to knock him out cold and his skinny-ass body wouldn't stand a chance.

The woman in front of me and Morales was confused as fuck as to what just happened but I didn't end it there. I looked at the woman dead in the eye before I grabbed her neck from the opposite side and then I threw her back with a vertical suplex. Surprisingly, she was still conscious but she was groaning in pain.

Morales was confused as fuck but he also surprisingly didn't interfere once I interrupted his little session.

"WHO- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" the woman bellowed, coughing out a few times.

"That guy who comes in every Tuesday, what's his name?" I decided to call her bluff.

"Wha-" she got confused.

"You said he comes and buys from you every Tuesday, right? What's his name?" I asked once more.

"What?" she responded with a confused expression once more.

"You're a lying bitch then. Do you know how to swim?" I threw another curveball.

"Huh? What? What are you- I ca- I can't swi- Noooooooooooo~" the woman couldn't keep up with me but I lifted her up by the neck before I threw her in the water.

'Fucking thot.' I thought to myself, shaking my head.

I didn't give a fuck about the stares everyone gave me but I continued in my own world.

She started to struggle to stay afloat but I turned to the rest of the prisoners still in chains.