Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

My mind was just so warped right now, I was actually feeling joy about making someone suffer something much worse than death.

Their horrid cries earlier were the only thing I was hearing and everything else was just muffled and unintelligible. I saw some of Artem's men trying to confront me but after trying multiple times, I guess they thought it was better to leave me alone.

Kaley had the highest chance to stop me but I couldn't see her anywhere, Cynthia too. I just surmised they were still under the basement with the rest of us that came down but seeing glimpses of Bogdan and Katya, I guess they chose to stay behind.

I just couldn't care as much right now because I found a drum where Chris could fit in perfectly.

It was easy enough to throw him in but I made sure he wouldn't be able to move a muscle because it would be hard to keep his head afloat once I started filling the drum with quick-drying cement. I already let go of the hammer I ravaged Adrian's body with since I'll be doing something a little more hands-off and literally slow-burning.

It was at this moment when I heard someone's voice clearly. It was just so monotone I would mistake it came from Jude.

"What's your plan for that one?"

I turned around and discovered that it was Artem.

He was wearing his usual expression but like me, his eyes lost their shine. We were both devoid of any emotion except for anger and we both knew what to do to curb what we were feeling. It's just that I got a short release with Adrian and Artem couldn't just stay on the sidelines.

However, he wouldn't get some action from this one either.

He had to find some other way to release some steam but if he was patient enough to wait for what I was about to do, he might make do.

I replied, "I went a little too fast with that motherfucker… This thing would last several hours… a couple at least..."

Artem didn't say anything after but I made him hold Chris' head in place.

I started filling the drum with the quick-drying cement I prepared in the mixer, and I filled the drum just enough to keep his head afloat even if we latched the lid on.

Almost immediately, Chris started to wake up but it was already too late. He had no way to remove himself from the situation because he was bound by ropes, covered in cement, and being held up by one of our strongest fighters. All he could do was wiggle in place and it would only just delay the drying process and compromise the position of his body even more.

"P-P-PLEASE! L-LET ME G-GO! I'M S-SORRY! I'M SORRY-- I-- I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO THEM I-I-I S-SWEAR!"

I scoffed, "That's bullshit."

"I-I-IT'S TRUE! I-IT'S ALL P-POPS AND A-ADRIAN AND THEY JUST B-BRING ME TO C-CLEAN UP THE M-MESS AFTER THEY--"

I cut him off, "After what? After they fuck them? Use them as ashtrays?! Coffee tables?! Punching bags?! RUGS?! FUCK! I WOULDN'T EVEN DO THAT TO MY DOG! YOU'RE JUST AS GUILTY EVEN IF YOU--"

"I OWE POPS A LOT OF M-MONEY OKAY?! P-PLEASE-- I-- JUST LET ME GO!"

I shook my head, "That's bullshit and you know it."

"I S-SWEAR! I SWEAR I'M TELLING THE TRUTH! I SWEAR ON MY DAUGHTER AND MY--"

I cut him off when I recalled something fairly recently, "What did you say again? You swear on your daughter?"

"Y-YES! PLEASE, I-- Where are you--"

My anger subsided by a bit when I fucked up Adrian but my blood just started boiling once more. I turned my back against him while everyone else watching got confused but after that, I jumped once more to the basement and descended the forsaken rooms I wouldn't want to enter for a second time.

That was when I saw Cynthia from the other room crying incessantly while Kaley was trying her best to be there for her.

However, they weren't the reason I came back. Kaley saw me looking at them but she knew I had other plans.

I opened the left-most door once again and I picked up one of the 'pets' who just resurfaced in my memory. The other 'pets' present there didn't even try to protect their own because they were just so afraid of my presence. With that said, I raised her up and placed her on the table before taking a closer look.

She was a little older than the one that ran up to us earlier but she was still too young to be called an adult. However, she could see just fine but not so far out. She had a petite frame like most of them but her back was riddled with multiple scars and she was missing all of her teeth. Furthermore, her nether regions had visible scarring from continuous tears due to abuse.

I was denying it multiple times in my head but the resemblance was just too unsettling.

She was shaking all over and she even peed herself but I cleaned her up and covered her with a blanket before bringing her up to the surface.

The people who came down with me still haven't said a word about what they witnessed to the others but their faces still grimaced the same way the others did the first time they saw her. They were all stunned in the spot when they saw me carrying the poor figure in my arms but everything changed the moment she made eye contact with Chris.

"P-P-Papa~! Papa! PAPA~!"

Chris' face never turned so fucking ugly. His head was tethered by rubber straps right now but if Artem was still holding him in place, he would've broken his neck then and there. He was actually keeping it together because killing that motherfucker outright just isn't worth it.

Everyone else's face was now murderous but Chris continued to deny it.

"A-Ahaha… I don't k-know what that thing's t-talking about-- I-- I just clean them up after they--"

"PAPA! PAPA! PAPAA~!"

The little figure started to cry as she wiggled her little stumps around but I brought her back to the basement. Cynthia was still in the same state as earlier but before I climbed back up, Kaley's voice entered my ears.

"Is she--"

"Yeah..."

"..."

"I need to go..."

"How about them? W-Will you… I c-could--"

"No… Wait for me, just stay here with Cynthia..."

"Just… Just… Do what you have to… I'll-- We'll be here..."

"Yeah..."

From the short moment I was away, Artem was already trying to explain to his team that killing Chris outright would be fucking stupid. I had to do the same thing with Jared and Lois as well because all they needed to do was pull the trigger and all the things we have in store for him would be for naught.

It's just that we needed to wait for a couple of hours before everything will be set in motion.

Quick-drying cement would usually take a couple of hours to be able to be walked on freely but the time it would take for someone to get concrete burned was far less. It would be unnoticeable until it was too late.

Concrete burns had different effects due to cement being highly Alkaline and concrete containing abrasive aggregates. It could cause painful damage to the skin and it could present itself as redness, irritation, swelling, blistering, bleeding, discoloration, itching, and much, much worse. Furthermore, being left in cement for a longer period of time would also cause muscle and bone damage.

There were several treatments for it, especially in severe cases, but we were just about to do the exact opposite.

As soon as Chris was unable to move below his neck, I filled the drum with water up to the brim.

Almost immediately, he started to form bubbles but it didn't take long before he started to drink copious amounts of water until he could breathe freely. However, I continued to pour water over his head until he couldn't anymore. He almost drowned the last moment but I scooped them out with a smile on my face.

It's just that I let him breathe for a moment before I poured water just enough to go above his nose. His eyes were fucking bloodshot as he sucked everything gulp by gulp, and even if he choked a few times, he'd still take in everything as fast as he could.

He was so fucking focused on taking it in, he had no fucking idea how it would come out.

He forgot his fucking dick was beneath several pounds of cement and he could only move anything above his neck. I didn't even need to explain to him what would happen if something tried to come out of something that was fucking obstructed and his face never showed such panic.

"H-HEY! I-- I GOTTA PEE! I GOTTA-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HEYYY~~~!!!"

It just got too noisy for my ears so I just decided to cover the drum with its plastic lid. Chris' muffled voice could still be heard if you were close but I was already looking for another tool that could potentially 'help' him. I just took my sweet time and I picked something with a great color combination.

The guy wanted to pee so I got him a hand drill. I pressed on the button for it to whirr a few times and I looked at him like I did a great deed.

"It's black! Fully charged too!"

It really was still fully charged but the look on his face was fucking priceless. He was trying to wiggle himself out but the skin of his neck was already fucking pink. It was already taking effect on his body and I could only imagine the situation beneath all of that. He was already screaming from pain but I was just looking at him with nonchalance.

"HEY! HEY! PLEASE! JUST CRACK IT OPEN! JUST CRACK IT OPEN! I REALLY GOTTA PISS BUT-- FUCK! IT HURTS NOW! IT HURTS! PLEASE! I GOTTA-- FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! JUST CRACK IT OPEN! JUST CRACK IT OPEN! DON'T FUCKING USE THAT DRILL! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

"Are you sure?"

"YES! FUCKING YES! WHAT IF YOU DRILL MY DICK-- ARGH! FUCK!"

Chris was still in mid-sentence when Mikhail swung the hammer side of his weapon on the side of the drum. It shook Chris' body all over but he was groaning in pain due to the impact. He also spat out a mouthful of blood and his face just told us he made the wrong decision. Once we try to crack it open, everything else would just transfer over to him unless we use something smaller.

"Do you want me to get back on the drill?"