Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

In any case, after resuming whatever nightly activities we had for a few more hours, let's just say that since Tatiana couldn't— I mean, shouldn't beat up all the participants of Hell Week for a full day, we brought a rather large group to start up the operation we talked about last night.

And with Oscar's training not so physically demanding, everyone seemed to be fully rested even if some fatigue was left over for them running over a 100 kilometers.

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*bzzt*

"Alright, we've talked over breakfast about this plan and it's as simple as simple goes. Everyone ready?"

*bzzt*

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As I spoke through our channel, I heard several replies from my group, Artem's, and Morales' and we always start a clearing operation by sending a couple of drones in the air and blasting some music.

Of course, our music choice right now was the sirens from the fire trucks we brought but it was pretty obvious that Artem did their fucking work as only a handful of clusters showed up from our end of the station.

Still, my group took the right side of the road while Artem's group took the other so we could advance up the steps.

Morales was in charge of everything below, including the trainee's participation—especially with the use of the fire trucks—but since only gunk was present on the Monumento Station, we didn't have to wait for the Stitchers to drop down after getting hit with a Hydro Pump.

With that said, the steps to the Monumento station should be around four people side by side while extending their arms, but it splits in half, coils around, and joins again after a few dozen steps, revealing the platform with the ticket booths, splitting it by the railway from the other platform from the other side.

And from our last visit, the train derailed and blocked the highway below but since clearing it with a large group, we just had to clear this station from the dead and close it up before making our way to D. Jose Station which was around seven or so kilometers away, with six more stations in between.

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*bzzt*

[Station's clear with gunk, moving on a little forward to spray a few meters.]

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

"Gotcha!"

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

[Careful about dropping bodies from the platforms! It's a splash zone over here!]

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

[Sorry! We'll just let them slide the steps then!]

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

[Designated spot for the bodies is by the elevator! Chop them up first!]

*bzzt*

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[Backside's still clear! No sign of the undead!]

*bzzt*

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"What about that old mall?"

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

[I'm watching it, none still!]

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

[Careful, they're all bunched up the railing. Only a few could climb up the platforms but there are still a few in there!]

*bzzt*

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*bzzt*

"Alright, thanks!"

*bzzt*

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On that note, our side had a little more deadheads on the steps compared to Artem's but theirs seemed to have more on the separate fire exit and the platforms themselves. But yeah, once we cut our way to the top, Ibarra had a blast punching holes in the deadhead's heads on the railways because his weapon had the reach advantage.

Tatiana and I could do the same thing but it's just easier with his spear because it's like he's playing billiards.

But yeah, I had Ruben and Brownie carry those watering cans with a pump so they could also spray the steps with water because we'd rather slip in that liquid compared to coagulated blood. It was after Brian and Carlo took care of the bodies we put down, making a relay of sorts from the bend.

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Never did they think they'd do janitor work while clearing the dead but sometimes, that's just the way to go because it must've been a bloodbath in this area when it started.

However, it didn't take long before the dead on the railway got more and more agitated from the stimulus of us creating a lot of noise, so they pushed and pushed with their rotting bodies and we finally knew one way how they'd manage to climb up.

In addition, the more obvious reason some of them could climb was if they were fucking specials—or in our case, ferals—that needed to be put down immediately.

Brownie shouted at the top of his lungs, "INCOMING!!!"

Brian exclaimed as he chuckled, "It's like one of those coin games! Hah!"

Brownie cut him off, "Take off those thick gloves now and pull out your gun! They're coming!"

"Nah, they got it—"

"HAHH?!"

"Yeah, we fucking got it."

Confused at Brownie's reaction, I forgot that he had never seen my group in action because as Ibarra continued to punch holes down the dead, he almost lost his shit when Kaley shot between our bodies, made it whizz past the dregs, and aimed for the special ones lunging— or should I say, about to lunge on all fours.

With Jared watching the group below, we only had Kaley with us but we didn't need two shooters up top, and like Ibarra's spear, how Kaley acquires targets with her rifle and shoots them down quickly was more needed than Jared's long-shooting expertise.

But of course, Brownie's worry was warranted and Brian's nonchalance should questioned but I don't wanna sound cocky or anything because we really did have it.

These several hundred deadheads stuck on the railway were like fish in a barrel because the platform was up to their shoulders and they had a very small chance of getting out. And if they ever did, they'd either face cold steel or a hot lead bullet, and they'd be back on the railway as a small stepping stone.

But funnily enough, out of all the people on this platform, I almost lost my shit when I saw Ruben bring out a fucking pitchfork to do almost the same thing as Ibarra but with an added caveat since he could pull the bodies up and have Brian and Carlo slide them down the steps.

'I mean— As long as it works, right? Hope he brought two…'