Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

And right from the fucking get-go, the moment we started cutting down dregs, a cluster of 50 or so nonhumans started to pour out from places we didn't think deadheads would come from because they came from the vents hanging from the ceiling.

I didn't even question it that much because we had a similar experience from Quinn's— or should I say Mauro's generator room but half our crew freaked out when the ones in front with me didn't even bother pulling out their guns.

Because it was me, Tatiana, Quinn, Ibarra, Kuzma, Artem, Katya, and Mikhail at the forefront with our handhelds, just giving each other space for each others' swing radius.

But yeah, I was only half a step late before Kuzma dove in headfirst with his twin hand-axes but I scored four cleanly chopped heads while he just broke open two with his leaping attack. However, it was still a challenge to go toe-to-toe with a horde tightly knit together but Quinn and Mikhail took the fucking stage with one swing of their heavy two-handed weapons.

[JESUS FUCKING CHRIST—]

With one swing of their slabs of steel, aside from having deadheads fly out of bounds, their initial charge was halted by their weapons' knockback effect—and we were able to have more space to finagle into before requiring more assistance.

It was good that they took the outermost edges in our advance while hugging the bridge where they could easily throw deadheads overboard like hot potatoes because we're a fucking huge group and the ones below should also see some action.

And as we four were taking the sides, everyone else wailed into the center with Artem in front while our younger generation was unfortunately assigned with corpse retrieval.

They were so eager to prove themselves and rack up achievements but will all the star players in the court, they'd have to wait a little more for their opportunity to contribute.

However, the same cannot be said to Kaley, Jared, Lawrence, and Alexei because they started to pick off the weird ones from the small platform we made for them because even if they could shoot the wings off a fly, we'd feel a little safer if it was from a higher angle.

But yeah, I almost lost my fucking shit when I discovered that Quinn was flinging more deadheads overboard was that she fabricated a new attachment for her modded weapon and it was in a shape of a fucking pitchfork.

"GODDAMMIT!"

"WHAT?!"

"I WAS WONDERING HOW YOU'RE FLINGING THEM THAT EASY AND YOU HAVE TO MAKE A PITCHFORK ATTACHMENT FOR THAT! CAN'T YOU JUST USE A REGULAR OLD PITCHFORK?!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"YOU BLIND MOTHERFUCKER! IT'S A TRIDENT, FUCK YOU! A PITCHFORK HAS FOUR PRONGS, THIS HAS THREE!"

"OH, I'M SO SORRY MRS. AQUABITCH! I CAN'T SEE THAT WELL IF YOU HAVE FIVE FUCKING DEADHEADS READY TO ROAST WITH THAT SHIT!"

"SHADDAFACKAP!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"FOCUS YOU ASSHOLES! STOP MESSING AROUND!"

Hearing Katya's annoyed tone, Quinn and I decided to not mess around so she used her pitchfork to drag a handful of deadheads to my side so I could commit some murder and have the cadets to assist. She could just easily fling them over again but we heard a couple of complaints that Quinn mistakenly dropped them atop one of our vehicles.

But yeah, it just meant more CS's for me because my tank kept sending over minions to last hit.

But as Quinn twisted her body to deliver another batch of deadheads for me to take care of, I saw a small toddler from the corner of my eye, and that made me pull out my pistol and shoot between her gifts and her thick thighs.

"WHAT THE FUCK— FUCKING KID!"

For some reason, Quinn still punted that kid's corpse back with her boots before finally aiming her pitchfork— I mean, trident up and using it to get kills of her own because I can handle myself well and she literally has a spear like Ibarra but with more points.

I didn't wanna say it but we could've moved faster if we just kept piling on kills at the same time instead of this assistive bullshit just to have some semblance of roles in a MOBA game.

But yeah, Quinn felt cramped around the space provided for us, and as more deadheads came pouring in, she just made use of a deadhead that got stuck in her trident to push its brethren around to give us more space.

It worked for a short bit but again what was more effective was actually killing them and handing them off to our clean-up crew— but I just got word that one of the armored bobcats was successfully lifted up the train platforms.

If all four of them made it up, we'd use them to basically terraform this place to our liking because those flesh pads would just get torn up by those bobcats' claws.

And once we secure one or two of the outer pods, we could just tear down the rest and see if there was anything different compared to the ones further inside or if there was anything at all beyond those flesh walls. Also, our bobcats could easily run these fucks over though we really should have all of them up for the moment.

In addition, the ramps were just as important because these bobcats couldn't climb up the stairs and even though there were places that were wheelchair accessible, some of them weren't as wide or it'd take a longer route to get to the places we wanted them to get into.

However, the next batch of the dead we needed to put down looked a little off not just physically because even the way they walked didn't seem natural. But yeah, it was all due to their physical features being all over the place because they looked as the videos we've seen: either amalgamated body parts or just looking like a defected baby who managed to grow up and have a life after death.