Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!



The moment the match made contact with the vehicle, it only took a second before it was engulfed in flames. The bastard whom I promised to return everything he did to me tenfold couldn't believe his eyes for a moment as he fell on his knees and screamed every curse, slur, and hateful comment in my direction.

At the same time, his son could only watch in horror while being several feet away from his father. He didn't know what to do because he was basically stuck on this campus, and trying to make a run for it would be the stupidest decision he'd make except for pretending to be the owner of Sobito Sr.'s vehicle and selling it to Jesus and company.

But yeah, Sobito Sr. started shaking from anger as his face turned red and a large vein protruded from his forehead.

It didn't take long for him before he recognized who I was, but the group behind me and the way I was carrying myself in front of him—totally different from how I was before—was giving him enough reason to not attack me from the get-go. But I know full well that he'd rather let his son get hit by a car than have his shitty-ass Adventure get so much as a scratch so I gave him a little nudge that pushed him over the edge:

"You're not gonna hit me now, sir? I have the credits to buy that heap of junk, I have more to pay for your hospital bills several times over—"

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT—"

The dumbass actually lunged at me and chose an overhead punch to bury my face in, but to everyone's surprise, he actually 'connected' and sent me flying a few feet.

"W-What—" Even the fucking "LDY KLLR" couldn't believe his eyes.

At this point, I 'staggered' as I tried to get up—even spitting out a mouthful of blood in the process—but with the number of guards present and my group actually about to commit bloody murder, my old fucking teacher was tackled to the ground by the guard that offered me a free announcement while the rest of his guard friends did everything they could to keep my group 'at bay'.

"WHY ARE YOU CUFFING ME, HUH?! DIDN'T YOU SEE WHAT HE DID TO MY BABY?! CAN'T YOU SEE—"

"SIR! I'M AFRAID YOU'RE GRAVELY MISTAKEN—"

"MISTAKEN?! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT'S MY FUCKING ADVENTURE?! WHO'S FUCKING MISTAKEN HERE?! DO YOU NEED TO GET YOUR EYES CHECKED?! WHY'S NO ONE TRYING TO PUT OUT THE FIRE?! IT'S— IT'S RUINED— IT'S— STOP! YOU'RE HURTING ME—"

"SIR! IT'S ANOTHER ISSUE TO SET FIRE TO YOUR OWN VEHICLE AND MAKE A MESS WITHIN CAMPUS GROUNDS BUT ASSAULT RESULTING IN BODILY HARM IS EXTREMELY FROWNED UPON—"

"D-DID YOU JUST SAY THAT— WAIT A FUCKING SECOND—" Sobito Sr. violently turned his whole body to look at his son who didn't know what to do, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"

"D-DAD! I CAN EXPLAIN—"

"THEN BETTER GET TO EXPLAINING! IF YOU DON'T EXPLAIN SHIT TO THEM NOW, YOU'D HAVE TO FIND SOMEPLACE ELSE TO LIVE, YOU FUCKING IMBECILE! TELL THEM THAT THIS CAR'S MINE!"

I chuckled as I cut in, "Not anymore, it's not! Your son just sold it to me for six hundred—no, five hundred credits plus another thousand for bringing you here to witness this—"

"YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS! THEY CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS, RIGHT?! THE CAR'S IN MY NAME! THE TRANSACTION SHOULD BE INVALID! WE DIDN'T SIGN UP ON ANYTHING! YOU SHOULD BE PAYING ME BACK FOR EVERYTHING—"

"Oh? Is that so?"

"DON'T PLAY FUCKING DUMB! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE IN CUFFS, NOT ME!"

I chortled, "Is everyone hearing this shit? Yeah? If anything, I was made to believe that your son was the proud owner of that vehicle and we paid for it in full—well, not the thousand I'll be giving him later because that payment is for a different reason like the floating hundred that was supposed to be for you—but Mr. Security Guard, wasn't that fraud or something similar? Should you arrest his son, too? I know the world has gone to shit along with its laws but am I being set up here? Is that what's happening?"

Sobito Jr. couldn't believe his ears as he instantly tried to defend himself, "W-Wait! I can explain—"

Sobito Sr. tried to lunge at his son this time, "YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHIT— HOW MANY TIMES CAN YOU FUCK UP IN A SINGLE DAY?! COULD YOU EVEN TIE YOUR FUCKING SHOES, YOU DUMB FUCK?!"

It was safe to say that Sobito Sr. was just completely overwhelmed with anger and confusion—he'd snap at anything and everything while having a hard time making sense of all of it—though with more and more randoms popping up to see his display, his image within the university was rapidly declining.

In any case, seeing him like this already made me happy in a sense, so I 'tried' to smooth over the situation given the amount of credits I have on myself:

"Alright, this is muddy waters right now—with the laws and shit—but why don't I pay for the repairs—"

"REPAIRS?! YOU TORCHED IT! YOU FUCKING TORCHED IT! HOW CAN YOU FUCKING REPAIR THAT?!"

I tried to look as non-threatening and angelic as possible, "Calm down, sir. That's my bad, my apologies. My friends have dozens and dozens of this piece of crap—"

"PIECE OF CRAP?! THAT'S THE FIRST OF ITS KIND WHEN THEY FIRST IMPORTED— UGH— I KEPT IT MAINTAINED AND— DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY I SPENT ON IT?!"

"That's why I offered 500 credits for that junker—"

"CALL MY BABY A PIECE OF SHIT ONE MORE TIME—"

"I said it was a junker, not a piece of—"

"YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE! I KNOW YOU'RE DOING IT ON PURPOSE!"

I rolled my eyes as I scoffed, "What else do you want from me? I thought I bought this donor car from your son in good faith and I should be able to do whatever I want to it because I thought it was mine, but turns out, it's not and you stroll over here to punch me in the face and you kept calling me fuck all while I'm trying to remedy the situation. What am I supposed to do with that?"

"T-THAT'S— T-THIS IS ALL PREMEDIATED! I JUST KNOW IT! T-THE PSA! T-THAT'S MY PROOF! T-THIS IS ALL A FUCKING SETUP TO GET BACK AT ME FOR—"

I then cut in as the temperature in the immediate vicinity suddenly lowered, "Finally! That's where I've been trying to get to! Exactly! Finish that sentence as to why I'm 'setting' you up! Enlighten everyone—"

"T-THEN YOU ADMIT TO—"

"I'll admit to buying stolen goods but don't you think that there should at least be a reason as to why this sequence of unbelievable proportions happened to you randomly? Right? There should be a fucking reason!"

"Y-You motherfucker… You'll pay for this…"

I shook my head as I chuckled, "Sure. How much? I can even buy your fucking house and kick you out on the same day if I wanted to. But yeah, I'll stop our feud with me destroying your 'precious' ride but if you want to go down swinging, I'll ask our guard to uncuff you and we can have a go until one of us can't fucking continue. Do remember that I won't pay for your hospital bills after that and this time, I'll fucking hit back until you're on life support."

"..."

With the number of times I was successful in making a rise out of him, I thought for sure that he'd take on the chance for us to throw down—well, get one-sidedly beaten by me—but he actually kept quiet but his whole body was still shaking in anger.

I didn't think I'd be this successful with this petty revenge of sorts—right when we were about to drive away—but I'll take everything I could while ticking off a number of things from my bucket list.

In a span of a single day, I was able to confirm that my friends in my old Alma Mater were still alive, had a solution for the donor situation, made new connections, discreetly installed a relay so Ilana could have a larger sphere of influence, and paid back my abusive college professor for all the shit he did to me when I was here.

But yeah, Sobito Sr. was eventually taken away while I was simply fined for littering but I did pay his son a thousand dollars plus extra because he'd definitely get kicked out once his dad was out of their 'prison' of sorts.

'He'll be out in the afternoon, probably…'

Sobito Jr. just looked so drained at this point, but it was up to him if he'd make full use of the two thousand credits in his account. He still looked like he was pissed at me for everything he caught strays from but even at the end of the world, money talks so I made him another offer he can't refuse.

"It's gonna be hard to find another place to stay—"

"No shit—"

"Says the one with two thousand credits on his account. It'll be so fucking easy, trust me. You can easily apply for free lodging in the dorms and if you have perfect attendance and you do some work, you won't even need to spend a single credit I gave ya."

"That's true, but..."

"I have one more job for you though—"

"Enough, dude—"

"I'll add another thousand to your account: five hundred now and the other five hundred if you do a good job when we come back and before you ask, we're leaving in a few—"

"Anything, dude. Anything, just—"

"Keep an eye on your dad for me. Being an idiot as he is, he'll definitely try to do anything to my friends while we're away so, if you see him doing shady shit and whatnot, I'm gonna ask you to run interference and report to the guards any suspicious behavior. He won't be able to do anything to you because punching me is definitely a stain on his record so all you need to do is have some fucking balls to stand up to your father and you'll be a hero of sorts for trying to stop him with whatever means possible."

"That's…"

"Seriously? You sold his car behind his back and you don't wanna do some spy shit?"

He looked away and thought for a moment before he turned to me, "Y-You're not from here, r-right?"

"Yeah?"

"C-Can you get me out?"

"What are you trying to say? This place is—"

"Horrible, this place is horrible. I'm willing to give back everything you sent to me if you get me out."

"Pfft…"

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing… Why don't you do the job I assigned to you first and we'll see after that? Deal?"

"Deal."