Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Chapter 232: 232

“Did you just quote that movie?” I said, smiling.

“Did you just got turned on from that?! HAHAHAHAH~!!!” she started to laugh while still gripping me tightly.

“Not by that quote quote! It’s you saying them! There’s a difference!” I replied.

“Okay, okay. Just be quiet then and just watch me. You did everything last night while I just enjoyed myself. I didn’t even get to do this!” There was a hint of complaining on her voice but it came across differently the way she said it while below me.

I obliged and just rested my head comfortably and closed my eyes while she did her best. I didn’t even take long before I released everything. She cleaned everything up nicely by drinking every last drop while I tried to keep my composure from the sensitivity.

Next thing I know she’s sitting on top of my face. Her intoxicating scent invaded my nose while my eyes feasted upon her bountiful mounds while I was underneath her. She’s growing impatient since she started to rub it on my face instead of waiting for me to eat her up. She’s already soaking wet from whatever she did before I woke up so I started to return the favor. I made sure to not let up even if she started to almost suffocate me while I enjoyed the meal in front of me.

It was an unexpected but greatly appreciated morning experience. We took a shower and geared up. Coincidentally, our next room neighbors went out at the same time.

“You two had fun? So selfish… keeping all of that for herself…” Tatiana immediately joked upon laying her eyes on us.

“Hey! He’s mine and so is his d- He’s mine!” Kaley was caught off guard by what Tatiana said.

Rin was silent but she’s smiling in amus.e.m.e.nt to Kaley’s reaction.

“Good thing I found ‘those’ in Woodlands, all of them were new too.” Tatiana said then Rin blushed up to her neck.

“Hmm? What did you find inside?” I asked, oblivious.

“Not as great as yours tthough but among them, we made use of a strap-” then Tatiana was cut off.

“NOTHING! SHE FOUND NOTHING~!” Rin suddenly interjected.

“Is that what I think it is?” I thought to myself.

Kaley quickly tried to drag me down the stairs as the two started a one-sided argument. I could still hear what they were saying but Kaley’s ears perked up and she also decided to listen in to what they were saying.

“Don’t tell them about that!”

“Why? It’s just toys!”

“But!”

“Yes, one of them is called a butt plug. We haven’t-”

“I said ‘BUT’! Not b-b…”

“They sound the same so why are you getting embarrassed? You’re the one who wanted to try them all!”

“SHHHHHHHH~!!!”

“Too late for that now, don’t it? They already heard everything.”

Tatiana pointed at us while Rin embarrassingly tried to run back inside their room. However, Tatiana caught her collar and she dragged Rin with us that was already beet red from embarrassment. I suddenly remembered that… that ‘weapon’ from the Pineda residence that I saw when we went there and I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

“Good thing that bludgeoning weapon hasn’t been found yet by anybody as far as I know. No one could compete with that. That thing almost looks like ‘The Penetrator’ from Gods Row.” I thought to myself.

We eventually ate our simple meal and started to work on our own tasks. Preparing for everything necessary for the plan to work is a must so I gathered my group to gather one of the key components that would decide our survival. They have all finished eating and are ready to go out. Instead of the 8-wheeler, we brought out the truck where the steamroller and the backhoe was placed before and we drove outside.

“Bro, why did we bring this huge-ass truck? Are we getting something impossible for the 8-wheeler?” Jared asked.

“Yep. We’re getting the key component for one of the projects needed to accomplish our goal, Project Heemeyer.” I replied.

“What? Project Maya-hee?” my uncle chimed.

Then the music from the Radio Station sounded.

‘Maya-hee~ Maya-huu~ Maya-ha-ha~’

‘Maya-hee~ Maya-huu~ Maya-ha-ha~’

We all started to laugh from what occurred and I started to tell them the story of the man named Marvin John Heemeyer.

“Wait, our Marvin?” Dong asked.

“Huh? No! This is a very old dude who made a…” I started to tell the story.

It’s a true to life story. I read an article on the news before for what he did and the reasons for why he did it. A doc.u.mentary film was even made to tell the tale of his deeds. Shock and awe appeared to everyone’s faces when I told them everything I know about the guy. However, the expressions on their faces grew solemn when they found out about his fate at the end.

“‘Sometimes unreasonable men must do unreasonable things’ was one of the things written on his letter.” I said as I ended the story.

“That’s just sad at the end though.” Kaley said.

“Yeah, it is. However, we’re gonna revive the thing that he built for our use. Clearly that thing is unstoppable and the only one who managed to stop himself is himself. We’re gonna expand on that and we’ll see what those things at People’s Park could do about it.” I replied.

We arrived at a place after going through back roads, avoiding the People’s Park as much as possible. We all jumped down but there’s small clumps of the bloody figures roaming around aimlessly. Our encounters with the special ones have been abysmal since we discovered them gathering at that place. It’s a stroke of luck to the people on the streets and us scavenging for supplies but it is the exact opposite to people who had the rotten luck to stumble upon that place.

I unsheathed my katana as I took the lead on taking on the dozen or so threats approaching us. Kaley made quick work of the ones that are clumping with her pistol. Several suppressed shots and brass casings clinking are the things we heard first before six quickly dropped to the floor. Their heads had a new feature which we called ‘bullet holes’ that made them stop moving immediately.

While Kaley added new features, I removed existing ones.

I held my weapon with two hands for extra leverage in cutting them down. Bowls made of bone and flesh flew in the air after each slash I made. The cut was clean and precise and anyone could glue the parts that flew off since you could identify which owns which. Their brain matter, whatever is left of it, would spill on the pavement after their body falls as well.

“Hmm. How about I do that?” I thought to myself.

I started to make my cuts surgically precise, trying to figure out how much of their head needed to be removed so they drop without rising again and vice versa.

“Severing the head has already established that it would still be alive after that, but how much more could I remove before it dies?” I asked myself.

There’s several of them getting attracted to our direction so I started with my little experiment.

*SLASH*

From the right cheek entering the left cheek,

Its body fell over and its head started to roll over to the side. I kicked it to the side since another one was approaching.

*SLASH*

It was much shorter than me so the cut severed its head but its chin was dismembered and a larger part of its neck was left behind. I also kicked it to the side as I made more samples. We easily cleared a street of them and several bodies either dismembered or have bullet holes littered the ground. Mark and the rest made a small perimeter first before I checked the heads I collected. I wiped my blade first before I examined each one.

The first head I collected still has its eyes moving around despite the viscous blood flowing outside the vessels and flesh I cut from. It is the same situation for every head that is still alive. The second head I cut still has its tongue flapping around since a part of its lower jaw is missing. I started on examining each one if there would be any discrepancies to what we already know in how they work. What I’m doing is like a f.u.c.k.i.e.d up version of an Anatomy class where I figure out which f.u.c.k.i.e.d up part is this f.u.c.k.i.e.d up part I was looking at.

At the last head I’ve kicked to the side, I’ve noticed something different. It’s a head clean shaven but I could still notice scars on the top of it which I surmise are from a fairly recent surgery. They look like stitches from the way they are formed but that is not what stopped me to take a closer look.

The part where the scars are located is actually pulsing.

Kaley approached me when I pulled out my knife and I started to make a slice around the skin of its head. It was not a precise cut as I hoped but it does the job of not damaging anything inside. I slowly inserted the knife below to slowly peel off the skin by lifting it off its head. The middle area of its head is still pulsing and it was finally revealed when I pulled off the skin I carved off.

“Why is it moving like that?!” Kaley exclaimed when we saw what was inside.