Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Chapter 599

I had a lot of reservations in regards to destroying or blowing up the train stations that could allow us to traverse the cities much faster but if the deadheads wanted to make them their nests, we had no choice to do something about it.

It would've been possible to just use an RPG but their projectiles couldn't travel the way we wanted them to, which was to curve inside and blow up at the utmost center.

In any case, I asked my group to withdraw our drones hovering around the train station so that we could hook them up with some plastic explosives. It was easy enough to arm them and we eventually had a couple that would fly in both ends.

“You sure about this, bro? These are expensive, right?”

“Yeah, I'm sure. Ken's been working on a few models and we'd have better ones in the future. He's working on a mobile relay by using a drone but drones that could be used for times such as this are also needed.”

“Okay. I just hope it handles the same.”

“Yeah, yeah. Guys! Place your vehicles in the right direction before we start!”

“Yep!”

“Already did!”

At the same time, the two groups that Iskoh sent were positioned a block away from our left and right. They also made a perimeter to take care of the ones approaching us so we could focus on the ones that took their own. It would've been better to bring back his body but as bad as it sounded, the deadheads feasting or doing whatever the f.u.c.k they were doing to him right now gave us a bit of time to prepare.

It was one thing to have a gravestone but there was more to it than being buried a few feet underground. If I were in his shoes, I'd like to go out with a bang compared to being mourned for by everyone I loved. Besides, we never really bury our dead and the only difference was that we would be put inside an urn compared to being just dust in the wind.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

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*bzzt*

“Hey, we're doing it. Ready?”

*bzzt*

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“Great.”

*bzzt*

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Jared and I hovered our armed drones just above the train station and as soon as I gave the signal, we tried to make them fly right inside. At the same exact moment, Kaley and the rest with their rifles started firing at the ones perched above the roofs to make sure the drones wouldn't get swatted out of place.

However, right when our drones were just a few meters before going in, everything inside just spilled out.

Tens of ferals and dozens of sprinters were the first ones to run outside before several deadheads came rolling. Some of them started vaulting off the tracks, landing on the concrete floor right below. The first ones perished almost immediately but the ones that followed got cushioned by their comrades.

I bellowed, “FLY THROUGH! FLY THROUGH!”

“Wha- GOTCHA!”

“REACH THE OTHER END BEFORE DETONATING!”

“GOT IT, BRO!”

We were still receiving a live feed from our drones and once we flew past each other, we caught a short glimpse of what they were hiding inside. We only had a few seconds of footage but it as chilling as the denizens of rotten meat bags gunning towards our group.

From my tablet, I saw several body parts almost organized like firewood by the way they were stacked together. Ripped-off or chewed-off arms and legs were stacked on top of one another while gutted-out torsos were lined up like sacks of potatoes. Everything that was once inside them was now decorations of the once modern train station but the worst one was the pulsing blob of flesh at the center.

It was almost the same thing we saw from above the graveyards but this time, we got a closer look.

I had to review it later because I had to blow it right f.u.c.k.i.n.g now.

I instantly changed my trajectory towards that blob while Jared continued to fly his drone to the clump that was waiting for their turn to fall down. With that said, he only detonated his drone a few seconds earlier than mine and it prompted a lot of reactions from the dead. Almost all of them looked back at the source before starting to get wilder and wilder.

“DRIVE AROUND THE BLOCK!”

“I KNOW! I KNOW!”

As the others did earlier, we started shooting at the ones right in front of us while we were in transit. The ferals and the sprinters had an almost unmatchable speed while they were on foot and what we needed to do was maintain our distance by creating more as it gets fewer. It was definitely harder to aim and shoot accurately while we were moving but it was much better than trying to shoot them down before they claw our faces out.

Ibarra was the one driving my Raptor while Tatiana was the one driving my Civic. Tatiana's Humvee was being driven by one of Artem's men but almost all of our great shooters were at the back of my Raptor. Some of them that weren't with us were shooting as they were peeking out the windows but they were having a harder time than us. They had their training as well but shooting when you're in an uncomfortable position would do more harm than good.

In our case, we now had straps at the back we could hold onto to stabilize our positions even by a bit.

I started boring holes to the f.u.c.k.e.d up faces of the ones rushing for us and a small puff of blood would appear before they became a flesh barricade. It allowed the others behind it to either trip or fall but the smarter ones were always the difficult ones to deal with.

We had to throw grenades here and there but as soon as they learned we were only doing it when they were clumping together, they started to spread around even more. It gave us a lot of headaches but as always, they couldn't avoid what they couldn't see at the moment.

As soon as we made our third turn, we chucked a couple of grenades from where they would eventually pop up. They weren't the only ones studying each other's movements and we discovered that they would almost always follow the fastest line the moment we were out of sight. It was easy enough to predict their racing line and the faster ones immediately fell to our trap.

Their bodies blew into pieces and I was already grinning once we made our fourth turn.

I was 100% sure the ones that survived would peek far and they were easily gunned down like idiots. It was alarming to know that they're getting smarter but their enemies were already smarter from the get-go.

Our bullets bored through their cheekbones, their frontal lobe, their dim eyes, and whatnot and we instantly trimmed the fat of the best ones. Once we discovered the ones following behind were crashing through simple barricades, we just as easily slowed down before swarming them like low-level mobs in a beginner map.

I lopped heads just as much as I stabbed through their eyes and their earlobes and my blade was just as stained as everyone else's.

Artem and the rest hacked through anything that's left like wild dogs and there was always ferocity in their movements. Tatiana was the same way before but her movements started to flow like mine once she got ahold of her bastard sword. She'd go wild from time to time but the more she trained with me, the more her movements started to have a little bit more finesse.

However, nothing could top Mikhail once he holds his weapon.

He could smash, hack, chop, slice, and decimate anything with his axe-hammer and it was as if the regular deadheads started avoiding him. He was like a farmer harvesting wheat because each swipe would fell out a few deadheads that were in the way.

“WE'RE NOT DONE YET!”

“KEEP GOING!”

“ON THE LEFT! ON THE LEFT!”

“I SEE IT!”

“LET'S GO!”

We had no time to clear the bodies we put down because the commotion we made attracted more from the surrounding areas. They were just as mad as the ones we put down and they rushed at us with much fervor. We managed to put down a few from a distance but we needed to drive around another block to create their resting place.

We only needed a short breather to take care of them and like filthy grinders on most MMOs we just needed to the same thing over and over until it's done.

'They just had to appear when we're about to go home, eh?'