Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd In The Apocalypse!

Chapter 1207: Public Humiliation

Hearing these complaints, I started to get a little pinch in the back of my head—not because of them complaining per se but adding that on top of the incident last time with our guards, it seemed like— no, it was apparent that more and more people were getting comfortable with their current living situation while caring less and less about the people who were still nose down on work for giving back to the community as a whole.

I wouldn't mind or would've been a little understanding if they were still kids, had actual disabilities, old, or some other valid reason, but these lazy fucks who were grown able-bodied adults were taking advantage of this place's generosity and needed to be put in their place one way or the other.

'They could be lazy on their own but they shouldn't have other people pick up their shit for them...'

So yeah, after gathering more evidence like their charts, some CCTV footage, and reliable witnesses, I decided to blindside all of them and have our nightly meeting held in this place's multipurpose hall, making sure that this type of thing that could happen due to human nature and their environment wouldn't fly with me and everyone should be held accountable.

Almost everyone thought it was to bury the hatchet and accept the apology from the people who weren't doing their guarding duty properly, but let's just say it was a little bit of both. And yeah, some people wouldn't admit it as much but a bit of drama here and there would just net us more attendance, making public humiliation a more dangerous tool to call out people.

Don't get me wrong, I also talk to people privately when they make mistakes but this was also something to send out a warning because it seemed like my punishment last time wasn't enough.

So yeah, we started our meeting normally like we would by having everyone involved give their reports.

Obviously, things were going fine, and officially introducing everyone else went off without a hitch, but when it came to addressing the first elephant in the room, the place couldn't be more quiet as I took to the stage:

"Alright, I've said it before and I said it again: do your fucking jobs because your life and your loved ones' lives literally depend upon it, and there should be no excuses whatsoever.

You've been pretty shameless doing this type of thing to our hospital staff so I'm gonna be pretty shameless as well to call all of you out— No, no, no one fucking leaves this place until I'm done, that's why there are guards posted on the doors.

Yes, yeah— I'm talking about you, Danielle Francisco, 32 years old, admitted on the fourth floor on the right wing who scraped her knee and has been living in the same fucking room for two weeks now with full benefits. SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"

She quickly backpedaled and went for a hail mary, "I-I was just— I was just going to the bathroom—"

I just gave her a fake smile as everyone started to whisper among themselves:

"You can wait— Even better, from the time we were holding this meeting, like your sleazy-ass husband, Uriel Francisco, 34 years old, who had the audacity to have our nurses do his smelly fucking, yellowy-ass, bag of laundry for him even though he just checked in for a cough and asked to get admitted, we've since cleared up your rooms and prepared you for discharge.

And with the two weeks you used to laze around doing nothing, we've been in your house—where your other friends who decided to admit themselves here for some bullshit reason as well were living in—and took away some luxury items you've been keeping to give to our nurses who—"

"Y-YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU CAN'T JUST—"

I cut her off, "Bitch, I just did. And if I remember correctly, you can't just do what you did either. You can visit the hospital if you have anything worth checking and they'll treat you and have you admitted for free—the whole shebang—but they're not responsible for babysitting your lazy asses just because you felt like it.

So yeah, aside from you two, the following names I'd say out loud would incur penalties appropriate for the shit they did and a repeat of this offense would incur more penalties right until we send you to the fucking Gulag— not a labor camp per se, but you'd wish you've been earning your keep the same way as those people you tried to get ahead of by dirty means."