Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

There was no stopping a raging bull but Lopez and all of the rage he was directing at me puffed out like a candle as he lost sight of what to do for a solid second. Fear just enveloped his whole body as his footsteps staggered, making his temple vulnerable to a full-wounded elbow.

The moment it fucking connected, everyone present just grimaced when they saw an open wound between Lopez’s left eyebrow and temple, and blood just poured over his left eye and then some.

However, the pain must’ve brought him back to reality as he threw the same elbow—headed for my face—but I met it with my forehead.

“AHHCK!”

This time, the pain registered on his tiny head but instead of trying to get even with me, he once again turned to Major Perez with a furious look.

“CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME?! ARE YOU GONNA LET THIS GO—”

But Major Perez cackled for the second time as he said:

“Eyes on your opponent, dumb shit.”

“WHAT—”

As Major Perez stated, Lopez should’ve kept his eyes on me because waiting for him to stand up earlier was the only moment of respite I have for him. At this moment, I had already lifted up from the ground and spun once with my whole body as my heel was headed for his clavicle instead of his head.

Getting hit with a doumawashi in the head was sure to knock someone out but getting hit in the collarbone was another story.

The look on his face after we both hear that little crunch was fucking priceless, and Major Perez was already regretting giving me more than 30 seconds to play around with his guy. The only thing I promised him was that I wouldn’t kill this guy and there were no promises about leaving him in a wheelchair or a stretcher.

But on that note, we both fell to the ground and he managed to keep a tight hold on my right ankle.

I would’ve been in trouble if this was any other day but he already had three injuries on top of one another and his most recent one was making it impossible to hold onto me for long. He had to fight through the pain just to keep my ankle in the same place but his face just lost color when he tried to put me in a lock.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER! DON’T FUCKING MOVE—”

Much to his surprise, I just rolled into the direction he was trying to lock me in and even if he tried to roll at the same time, we’d just roll on and on until his willpower gave out. It was like moping your courtyard while there was heavy rainfall, and him looking embarrassed was the least of his worries.

In a real fight, you don’t go for ankle locks, you break fucking bones.

He was still in the process of trying to put me in a lock when his big toe had twisted more than it should have. There was a moment of confusion when he looked at its current state but his face turned even redder before he had to let go of me and scream at the top of his lungs.

I could’ve broken something much more valuable but we still had enough time.

As of this moment, Lopez was rolling in pain but I was already up on my feet, looking for another opportunity to break him just right. But yeah, there was a clear divide among the spectators and the more their rank skewed upward, the more they were pissed off. However, the ones on the other side were still walking on eggshells because if they were seen supporting someone outside beating one of their officers, they would be the punching bag after this shit was over.

But yeah, Lopez was taking his sweet time rolling on the ground and I had to kick some dirt toward him to embarrass him even more.

“What? Are you gonna lay there forever?”

𝑶𝒱𝗅xt.𝗇𝓔t

“FUCK YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

“Hah! You’re really great at that, you know? It’s just that there’s nothing you can say to me that I didn’t say to myself in front of a mirror before, but say something about my wife—I fucking dare you, I’ll fucking cave your teeth in with my knee you’d be sucking dick for the rest of your life for some protein!”

“…”

“What? Cat got your tongue now? It’s so easy to do shit when they’re not fighting back, huh? How’s it feel to be on the other side?! STILL HADN’T HAD ENOUGH REST?! STAND THE FUCK UP!!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as I lobbed over a grenade with the pin still on.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING—”

When everyone saw the grenade up in the air, I felt like Moses parting the Red Sea—though a few quickly discovered the ruse—but in this instance, I had a particular bitch I had to chase after. Lopez had never stood up so fast in his life and this time, I grabbed hold of his torso from behind before I lifted him up in the air and brought him down using my right knee as the landing pad with the little prick between his legs.

“Fighting” this guy was like a random dude in the practice mode of a fighting game that I get to bully for as long as I’d like because he had never landed a solid hit, besides the sucky attempts at a counter.

At this point, I could practically do anything to him within the time limit, but I grabbed onto his hair and lifted him up before turning to everybody:

“Now’s your time, you have till sunset.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“It’s your one shot, one opportunity. I’ll hold him up while anyone who wanted to give him a piece of your mind can walk up—and trust me when I say that I’ll take fucking responsibility. Or have things stay the way they are.”