Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Poking the tiger with a stick, also known as: pissing off Dave in his special moment almost landed me a beating but it did bring him out of his slump. He was out of his breath when he tried to chase after me but we just circled around and eventually landed on the same spot.

"You motherf-fucker… Haa… Haa… I'm just fucking warming up! I'll—"

"Good. Are you gonna carry her by yourself or are you gonna let me help you?"

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"C'mon~ Bob is still at Mr. Cuervo's place, you can't order him to do stuff for you always."

At this point, Dave just stared me down for a few moments before he closed his eyes and let out a long~ deep, sigh, "Fuck it, you grab that side, I'll grab that side…"

"Got it!"

"..."

"So… Does she have any nicknames or something you call her—"

"You— Fuckin' ass…"

"You're siblings right? She probably calls you D or Abe, you know? D'you call her Dana or Vi, or something?"

"Vi?"

"You know, remove the 'Dana' from her first name and voila~ Vi…"

"That's… That actually sounds cooler… I used to call her Dani…"

"Ah~ I guess that kinda works too…"

"M-Hm."

Right as we walked closer to the fire, Dave paused for a few moments and thought for a bit before he motioned for us to toss her sister into the fire and flames. We watched her sister burn for a few seconds but looking at his expression now, he really needed his moment to be alone.

With that said, I briefly checked on everyone else in my crew before I eventually found myself in this place's infirmary of sorts.

Surprisingly enough, each building had its own infirmary or small clinic to tend to their injuries or wounds but like Quinn's place, I doubt this place had people that could perform complex—no, even intermediate or advanced procedures. Granted this place had ample stock of various medicinal goods and equipment, but I'm guessing that they could only utilize a good 30% of them.

'If I can't convince my old alma mater to offer these people medical help that these people can't tend to themselves, wait— Mr. Cuervo still has his own doctors and whatnot… I'll think about bringing them to my place when the time comes… That'll be a different can of worms…'

With that said, it didn't take long before I echolocated where Quinn and Kaley were.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT, HUH?! NEVER SEEN HUGE TITS BEFORE?!"

"Quinn…"

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF ANY OF YOU COMES OVER HERE WITH A PITCHED TENT, I'LL CUT IT OFF!"

"Quinn… It's totally okay—"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOU'RE ALMOST ALWAYS SEEING MINE SINCE TIME IMMEMORIAL AND ONCE A NEW CHICK POPPED UP, ALL OF YOU SUDDENLY GET FUCKING INJURED! HAH! LEMME TELL ALL OF YOU, THE GUY SHE'S WITH CAN OUTFUCK ANY ONE OF YOU AND HE'S THE FUCKING HEAD OF THE ISHIYAMA FAMILY! IF HE CATCHES WIND OF THIS ALL OF YOU ARE GONNA GET— Oh! You're here!"

The moment Quinn switched to using lowercase letters, the sea of people in front of me just parted in half like the red sea. Almost all of them thought I was gonna commit bloody murder but Quinn almost choked on herself when I let out the most unthreatening expression.

"Hi~ How's everyone doing? Is everyone well? I can also do basic check-ups, if we could form another line here~"

As soon as I said that, the crowd of people in the infirmary got filtered once more though the people—the guys—that were already in the line for Kaley felt some sort of murderous intent when all of the muscle babes in this joint wanted to get 'examined' by me.

"Is that really him?"

"Does he have a twin?"

"No, the other guy is just a basic nerd… but why does he look so different?"

"He's still hot though, you should've seen him in the games!"

"Can you even compete with those jugs?"

"Fuck you! I lost mine when I started lifting weights!"

"That's a no, then~"

"Shut up! But here's the thing though, I heard that they're you know… accepting applications and whatnot for some fun, and even Quinn's in on it… D'you think we can fill up an application of some sort?"

At this point, I just ignored all of their whispers as I asked the first one in line to walk to our little partition which was a curtain that could provide ample cover. However, the first chick that came over instantly took off all her clothes and exposed herself to me, face down and ass up.

"Umm…"

She chuckled, "Do I cough now? Hmm? Or should I do something else?"

"..."

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

Without batting an eye, I quickly walked out of the partition and waved Quinn over, asking for a little bit of assistance.

"Hey."

"What?"

"There's a patient in my partition completely naked."

"Lucky you."

"That's not what I—"

"What do you want me to do, huh? Aren't we supposed to give all of them a check-up? This was your idea, remember?"

"But—"

Quinn let out a hidden smirk, "Then 'check' her out! We can't be here all night, no?"

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that? You want some quality assurance, right? I know jack shit about that. Why don't you show me some examples and I'll learn from that?"

"You're messing with me, aren't ya?"

"Messing with you? You'll know when I'm messing with you."

"Oh, really?"

"Wanna fucking bet on that? Fine. LISTEN UP! EVERYONE, STRIP!"

"Wut—"

"THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT FOR?! I SAID STRIP!"

For the fucking nth time, Quinn just had to say the words and everyone else in her domain would fucking follow. One by one, everyone, I mean EVERYONE in this place besides the three of us stripped down naked and no one bothered to cover their junk with their hands. Some of them even looked more comfortable without any clothes on though some of them were using Metapod's signature move in certain areas of their body.

As that was happening, I was cursing Quinn because this image will forever be ingrained in my head while Kaley had already turned around and tried to give Quinn a kick or two for the sudden nude-athon.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU KICKING ME FOR?! WON'T THIS MAKE SHIT FASTER?!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

"C'MON, KALEY! YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET GANGBANGED BY THOSE SHRIMPDICKS—"

At that moment, I was still BSOD-ing from trying to erase unerasable images that were forming in my head but when I heard the word 'gangbang', even if the proper context was given, as long as that word and Kaley was in the mix, I wouldn't be able to think straight.

Almost immediately, killing intent filled the room and the temperature dropped several degrees—much colder than the evening breeze this night and much more intense in closer proximity.

Some women broke out in tears, fell to their knees, or started pissing themselves while some of the men were stuck in place, inverted their dicks subconsciously, or just straight up tried to make themselves scarce.

It was only for a few seconds but the moment when I regained control of myself, everyone present was giving me the look that Quinn was expecting when she announced my presence. It's just that a small percentage of people were into that and they managed to get ahead of the line and were waiting for me expectantly.

But I consciously let out the same pressure the moment I opened my mouth, "Listen. This is how we're gonna do things: I'm gonna make you do something and then you're gonna do it. After that, depending on what you did, you're either gonna wear your clothes again or stay here—then after we do what we're supposed to do, the three of us will head home. Nod if you understand."

Everyone nodded silently while some of them either took deep breaths or quickly gulped.

"Alright. Check yourselves all over. See if you have any scratches or any injuries you might've missed and don't fucking lie to yourself or the three of us because we'll fucking know.

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"Done? Again."

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"Good."

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"To those who've seen nothing, congratulations. You can wear your clothes and head back. But to those who've seen something, stay back and we'll provide medical care."

At that point, my voice was just echoing through the silence but after a few moments of almost everyone shuffling for their clothes, a handful of people were left behind. All of them looked terrified but after we gave them a much thorough checking, as luck would have it, no one was fucking infected.

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Except for one.

It was one of the ladies who pissed herself when I almost went berserk and the infection in question was an obvious bitemark on the area between her heel and her calves, and not only was the blood coming out of it had a tinge of black and green mixed with pus, but the area around it was also getting more and more discolored as time passed.

Quinn, much like the rest of the people we checked were wearing solemn expressions but it turned to bitterness when the person in front of us started to break down.

"S-S-So t-this is it, h-huh?"

"..."

"C-C'mon! Someone answer me! T-This is my last night, I g-get a wish, right?! Not that being tied up in the gen room's not an option…"

Quinn sighed heavily before she opened her mouth, "Alright. Chelsea, what do you want?"