Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd In The Apocalypse!

Chapter 1223: I’m sorry, but I’m with the kid on this one.

If it was any other day, a decent number of our soldiers could tolerate hellish training for a day but doing it in succession—and in our case, a full fucking week—it'd spell all sorts of trouble for everyone. However, at least half of the boys present laughed it off because a good number of them couldn't tolerate the alcohol content in Oscar's Homebrewn Mead.

Better yet, it could just be the fatigue setting in and the alcohol just adding bits to it because it wasn't even an hour before all of them fell asleep to wherever they were sitting on.

Oscar cackled, "Buncha fucking lightweights, I tell ya!"

Matthew took another sip of mead before chuckling, "We should line them up, at least. Sleeping like that gave me back problems."

Johnny shook his head, "They're young, they could do it a bunch of times more compared to us."

"No, no, that's the problem... like alcohol, it just adds up bit by bit and you get all sorts of problems when you're fucking over 30. Imagine— no, I believe you know what I mean since we're all at this age."

I cut in, "True~"

"BAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"DUMBASS!"

"YOU IDIOT, JUST COME HELP ME LINE 'EM UP, AT LEAST!"

"Yeah, yeah... Ahaha..."

To my surprise, everyone didn't even wake up once while we were moving them onto these bunch of comforters we laid out in Oscar's living room, and they didn't even roll around or anything as they were completely knocked out. And after I took a few pictures for blackmail, I sat back down with the old-timers and Oscar offered me one of his cigars.

"Nah, I'm good but thanks..."

"Suit yourself..."

"Anyway, what do you have in store for them tomorrow?"

"I don't actually know since the schedule's messed up. Why'd you two fucks have to join in? I understand your need to show off but Tatiana should've been the one teaching them tomorrow!

I don't want any of them to suffer severe injuries because Jesus, running five kilometers is already difficult for some people and you made them run a fucking ultramarathon—and that's on top of the psychological shit you put them through! How about I give them the best day of their lives so they'd switch alliances from you to me?"

"Haah?"

Johnny chuckled, "As if that'll work..."

Matthew interjected, "What are you gonna do? Make them fire a bunch of guns on a random herd?"

"...fine. But—"

"But what, kid? It's already done. The one for my lifespan's a single shot and the one for my head's every two months— I already took them before you arrived and was just waiting for the Admiral to tell you before we have this conversation."

I shook my head, "I still hate being surprised like this... These bunch of secrets popping up one after the other is insane."

"It IS classified government secrets. They're supposed to be hidden—"

"I know, but—"

"You have secrets of your own, kid. And I respect you not telling me each one of them so yeah, don't be mad if I have secrets of my own. It's not a one-way street, alright?"

I let out a long sigh, "And all I got from it was a cool freezer..."

"Psh! That's a fucking lie and you know it. The Chinook, the drone, and most importantly, the authority to—"

"I know, I know, just making a lame joke..."

"..."

"..."

"Anyway, I just got my bloodwork done when we arrived and we'll see in a few days if there's anything wrong with me."

"We already know you're an annoying piece of shit, why'd you even get tested—"

"YOU! WANT ME TO STICK THIS BOTTLE UP YOUR ASS?!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!/ JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.../ Those boys are still not waking up, Jesus..."

Oscar took another swig, "You fuckin' assholes, I'm just the perfect candidate alright? I'm this old and don't have much to live. If it doesn't work, I'll give you all the rights to study my body and if it does, you fucks will regret not taking it. Just my two cents."

Johnny rolled his eyes, "Oh, gee~ As if I was given an offer, huh?"

Matthew looked surprised, "You'd take that shit?"

"You won't?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm with the kid on this one."