Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!



For the life of me, I dunno how Dr. Lopez figured out what happened between me and her daughter, Chloe, all the while our lie about her husband went over her head. If she was somehow psychic like Kaley and Marisha, I'd probably get it, but she wasn't even in the same medical field as them.

But yeah, people did say that honesty's the best policy so I fucking said what I said.

From her initial reaction, I 100% thought she'd strangle me to death or carve my heart out without surgical tools, but she just sat back down on her sofa wearing a difficult expression. Furthermore, it looked like I didn't need to explain to her the kind of relationship Kaley and I have, but it was still complicated to not be able to get it 100% right from the first guess.

"And you, you're okay with that?" Dr. Lopez asked as she turned to Kaley.

Kaley nodded with a smile, "Of course, we made sure to discuss things before we did everything else—"

"Wait… Did you just say 'we'?"

"Y-Yes?"

Dr. Lopez couldn't believe her ears, "So you mean— Y-Yesterday night, you three did… together… while— ugh… I can't believe I'm saying this… You three did t-that together? Is what I'm hearing right?"

Kaley nodded again, "Y-Yes, us three and him—"

Dr. Lopez had a minor heart attack, "Hold up—"

'Uh-oh…'

At this point, Dr. Lopez was slowly unraveling what I thought was a nigh-unravelable connection close to a cartel-like organization, but no one fucking expected what she said next:

"W-Wow… I'm actually happy for you, Mimi… I'm surprised I thought for one that you'd grow old and lonely like me—"

Mimi couldn't believe her ears as she was about to cry, "H-Hey! W-What was that for?! How do I r-respond to that?!"

And Chloe instantly followed looking like she was about to throw down with her mom, "Y-Yeah! What the fuck?! Y-You get mad at me and you're happy for her?! That doesn't seem fair!"

Dr. Lopez was completely surprised by their reactions, "That's not— I was just— It's because you're not even in your 20s—"

Mimi cut in with the cutest pout I've ever seen, "T-Then you're saying it's ok for me b-because I'm old?! Is that it?!"

"N-No! NO! That's not it at all, my goodness… I was just— Ugh… The first time in a while that I managed to catch a break and this happens… Haa… Chloe, please listen… It's not that I'm mad at you because at the end of the day, since you're already of age, it's up to you about what you wanna do and… you know… "do". And this place is just different so I worry that more rumors would spread about you—"

"Mom—"

"I'm not done. Listen, what I'd like for you to also understand is that I'm your mom and one of my jobs is to worry. Not just about the u-umm… 'activity' you have just partaken in but I worry a lot because that's just what moms do, alright?"

Chloe took a deep breath, "..."

"Trust me, it could've gone way, way worse if the reason you did it with someone random—not them, before you ask—was just to spite me or act out because of what happened to you, but u-umm… how do I say this… But if the whole… gang(?) is here and since it feels like they took great care of you and you're already that close with them—even more than your friends—no, your— you know what I meant… after just a day? And to add to that, Mimi's on board a-and he… he's that boy with the statue and the awards— I guess… I guess it's not that bad because I've made way~ worse choices when I was your age and that's also one of the reasons I worry… Like, a lot… I keep repeating myself and I'm sorry for that..."

"Mom…"

"Look, they'll be leaving in a few and I still need to catch a nap—thank you for the cinnamon rolls and the cup of milk, by the way—so I think you should spend your time with them a little bit more BUT I'll promise you that I'll take the night off so the two of us can make dinner for ourselves and be in our pajamas so we could watch one of MY favorite shows. Deal?"

Chloe stifled a laugh, "Why are we watching Grey's Anatomy again—"

"Ah-ah-ah! We're watching all of it—or whatever random season we have on my laptop—because you already had your fun and I was so rudely interrupted earlier. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yes, mom… C-Can I get a hug though?"

Dr. Lopez chuckled as she rolled her eyes, "Nope."

"But Moooom~"

"You can hug me all you want later but you should hug your new 'friends' more because as I said earlier, they'll be gone in a bit—"

I cut in as I gave her an offer she couldn't refuse, "If you let her hug you right now, I'll give you clear HD copies from Season 1 to Season 15— everything before the world had gone to shit— Woah! WOAH! WOAH! I SAID HUG HER! HUG CHLOE— NOT ME! HEEELP! Wait... This feels nice actually…"

"H-Hey! T-That's my mom— THAT'S SO WEIRD, STOP! STOOOP!"

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! ALL FIFTEEN SEASONS?!"

At that point, Dr. Lopez just straight-up leaped onto me and almost broke the chair I was sitting on as she wrapped her arms around me and excitedly gave me pecks on my cheeks. I didn't know—well, I do know to be completely honest—that having copies of a certain show someone liked would be similar to having a golden ticket, the cure to cancer, or something similar.

In any case, I was happy to make another person smile—and it was an added bonus because it was Chloe's mother—and I could say that we were both scratching each other's backs because she already volunteered for the favor I was about to ask her and I gave her one of the small things in life that she could enjoy and has a strong connection to.

However, it was pretty obvious that being pampered by hugs and kisses by such a beauty—despite her age—got me a little excited, and I shit you not that I knew that she knew what was going on yet she stayed on me far longer than I thought any regular person would when they noticed I had a huge fucking erection. This would sound so fucking crass but that particular acronym going around in my head was definitely true in this regard.

But before things went further, my radio buzzed and I heard Jesus' voice telling me that they'd secured the package and the owner came with them by the entrance.

Hearing that made me jump up from my seat and carry Dr. Lopez with me but I gently laid her down as I replied to the MVP.

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*bzzt*

"You really managed to convince him to let go of his ride?"

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

[It was pretty easy, actually. He never gets to drive outside anymore and it's much better to walk around the campus than waste credits on gasoline. Anyway, what's so special about this Adventure?]

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

"You'll see very soon— I'm coming out, won't be long."

*bzzt*

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At this point, even Kaley had the faintest idea about what was going on but I just looked so ecstatic about Jesus acquiring that vehicle, they weren't able to stop me when I excused myself and left the hospital without them. But yeah, Lopez spotted me when I walked through the hospital doors but all his curses just went over my head as I walked back to my Raptor and fished out my trusty ol' sledgehammer.

'Where's Quinn and Tatiana? Oh, they're already over there…'

Lopez had the shock of his life when he saw me smiling devilishly while holding my sledgie, "Woah! Woah! I'm just asking you what are you doing in my wife's—"

I completely dismissed him as I chuckled, "Don't worry~ I didn't fuck your wife if that's what you're really asking…"

'Didn't lie… technically… as long as he didn't ask about his daughter...'

He looked relieved for a moment, "G-Good— I mean, w-what are you doing there a-anyway? And did my daughter talk about me? Is she okay? She seemed to be avoiding me—"

I didn't let him ruin my fun as I cut him off one last time, "Listen. I don't want to meddle in your family's business so why don't you ask them yourself? Besides, I'm kinda busy here. Bother me one more time and I'll see how far your head will fly if I hit you with this."

"Ah— O-Okay, chill man…"

"Great! Leave me the fuck alone but don't go too far because we're leaving in a few..."

"A-Alright, I'll try getting in again to explain... Shit's so complicated..."

'That's your own fucking fault, dumbass... Cheating while you have that? Fucking idiot...'

On that note, I jauntily made my way over to the group but to my disappointment, the owner I was looking for wasn't the owner Jesus took with them even if the vehicle in front of me was the same Adventure I have in my memories.

The "owner" looked a little nervous when he saw me stroll in with my sledgehammer, "U-Umm—"

I put my sledgehammer down and leaned on it as I looked him in the eye, "Who the fuck are you?"

Then everyone else looked at the poor kid.

"U-Umm… Richard? Richard Sobito... J-Jr.?"

"Ahh, fuck… Where's your dad?"

"A-At work? L-Listen, they s-said they'd give me 100 credits on top of the 500 if I come with them with my ride—"

"Really? This is YOUR ride? Your dad actually gave his prized vehicle to you?"

"I-I got the keys and everything, alright? W-Who are you anyway?"

I chuckled as I released copious amounts of murderous intent before retracting it almost immediately, "I'm the guy who'd give you an even 1000 right now if you run to your dad at this fucking moment and tell him that this is the fucking promised day and he'd better run here with all he got or else he'd need more than just a fucking paint job!"

"Y-YES, SIR!"

As soon as he shouted at the top of his lungs, he straight-up sprinted to where the College of Business was, the building where the IT Department was located, but one of the guards who heard the whole conversation had a better idea.

"My guy, you're the friend Andy has been talking about, right?"

"Yeah?"

"I got you, bro… Just need to make a PSA."

"For real? How much—"

"Fuck that, I fucking hate the guy too— Free of charge!"

As soon as he walked back to the guardhouse of sorts, he made a public announcement that Richard Sobito Sr.'s Adventure was being towed for illegal parking and he only had a few minutes to appear and explain himself or else he'd be fined for hundreds of credits, and a tiny little scratch will be put on his "LDY KLLR" license plate.

Hearing that, I was already dying from laughter and as soon as I saw the motherfucker running for dear life while his son was following right behind, I made sure his eyes were on me as I swung my sledgehammer in full force, breaking the driver's side window.

After doing that, I could hear the faint "NOOOOO~" from several meters away but I wound up my sledgehammer for the second time and broke the windshield.

Glass shards were either on the ground or inside his rickety-ass vehicle but memories of me getting verbally abused, smacked in the head, and pinched in the ear for correcting him—and almost getting run over because I was walking too slowly flooded my head.

There was also a time when I was publicly humiliated for speaking against his shitty idea of bringing back into the curriculum programming classes that were already outdated just so that we'd have a general idea of what they experienced before in their time and what they went through.

It probably sounded like a novel idea in his tiny little head but in the real world, doing that was just like shooting ourselves in the foot before running a marathon.

In any case, I did as much damage as I could while using my sledgehammer—and they still haven't reached us due to the incline—but the look on his face when he saw me throw in a lit match on his prized vehicle after dousing it with gasoline was fucking priceless.