Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

And without further ado, with the help of Bartow ordering an outer perimeter formed outside the perimeter we made with our own squad, we just all took to position as loud bass thumped from each of our vehicles.

Though I heard Bartow's voice from the main channel:

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[Just kill them all, huh? That's the plan?]

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"That's Phase 1. Phase 2 is turning this cemetery into an open area, literally."

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[I know. I just didn't you'd go with it.]

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"You cleared the houses all around, right?"

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[Yeah.]

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"Then if this doesn't stop them from gathering here, I don't know what will. And don't get me started on the morality of desecrating graves, my family would very much prefer if they don't cause me more trouble when they're dead."

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[I said nothing.]

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"Just sayin'..."

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[Alright, just give me a call if you can't clear this place with your squad.]

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"You wish."

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On that note, I already had my katana and wakizashi on both hands, waiting for the dead to get closer and closer, but from the other points of entry, my crew had already begun their assault. However, with the Dewey siblings and Jennifer joining me on our assault my main group, I just wanted to make a lasting impression.

And right as June spun the drone to check if I was sleeping or not, I quickly disappeared from her view and then reappeared several feet away with seven heads rolling down their brethren's feet like coconuts.

I set the pace on hard mode as I left more than headless bodies in my wake, and I was just moving forward without stop, making every fucking deadhead who came to our mating call surround me.

But yeah, it's more like they were moths to a flame as they fell each time they got closer, but they were getting cut down by the two pieces of metal in my hands instead of that fire they were so attracted to.

At the current moment, my arms were moving like they were from different people because my right hand was flowing like water while the other was just descending like thunder.

I was lopping heads left and right with my katana while stabbing and thrusting eyesockets and earlobes with my wakizashi, but if I so felt like it—like right now—I could just switch techniques from each side or use one technique every so often. Certain techniques complement the blade I was using but I just had to change the movement a bit to achieve the same result.

And with both hands occupied, I don't have a lot of ways to wipe the grime off my blades but it wasn't like the dead were completely naked.

At one point, just so I wouldn't stain the inside of my scabbards, I jammed my wakizashi onto a deadhead's skull, used its apron to completely wipe my katana in one swift motion, bisect three other fucks who dared to come close by holding my katana with both hands, then rinsing it and repeating the same thing for my shorter blade.

Obviously, I would run out of space if I just stayed at one spot while culling all of them with one strike so I used the unevenness of the terrain because in this place, not all of the coffins were buried six feet underground.

In most cases, they'd just build this enclosure of sorts above ground to save on costs—which usually happens on lower-end cemeteries—and they'd just push them in and close it with hollow blocks, adding on the tombstone right after.

So yeah, it almost became a platformer as I jumped from each enclosure to the other, almost doing the same thing the first time Mikhail and I had to fend off the bulk of the De Leon Family baldies.

Though this time, I wasn't stepping on hands, tripping their feet, or pushing them off to the deep end with a Spartan Kick, but I was making them fulfill the purpose of the place they were in.

Because with each head I lopped off or sliced open, a cemetery would be happier if its inhabitants were dead instead of the undead. Granted us being here was a little contradictory, it was safe to say we were this place's friend right until we began digging up their buried corpses.

I've said it before, not only were the dead we have buried in this cemetery not embalmed, but there was also the chance of crime syndicates using this place as a burial ground—hiding a tree in a forest type of situation.

The only way we'd stop this place from calling flesh-eaters to lounge around was to make sure each and every coffin was unboxed, cleared, and burned to cinders along with its contents.

But yeah, it didn't take long before a headless corpse—which I already cut down—stood up with its arms forward, revealing its crooked hands with chewed-off fingers, indicating that it wasn't the owner of its body for the second time, so I just had to cut my way out of this zombie enclosure as I called over our demolitions expert:

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"Yo."

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[Is it finally time?]

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"Not yet. I'm just telling you to get them ready."

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[Alright. We already spotted a few and we're chopping them to pieces.]

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"I just spotted a few here, just have to tell you that particular detail."

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[Gotcha, Boss. Just say the word.]

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"Alright." Find adventures at мѵʟ

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At this point, my main group was just about to catch up to me but I could clearly see how Tatiana dragged back the Deweys: Eden, Cindy, and Jeremy with her to completely dismember the corpses Jennifer and Quinn had put down with them.

It was a relief to see them comply and follow orders to the dot so I went back to killing my targets with extra steps.

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