Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd In The Apocalypse!

Chapter 1236 Pitchfork Clutch

Seeing Ruben pull out a corpse—or a partial one at that—each time he'd sink in the four prongs of his pitchfork to the smorgasbord of expired pounds of flesh made me realize he had some bit of strength in him since the way these corpses were stuck to each other was even more than conjoined twins squished by a hydraulic press.

Weird metaphor aside, it'd definitely take a while for a single pitchfork to do all that work but I soon became desensitized to the surprises when Quinn came in bearing the last one.

I had to say it, "Dude. It's hours before lunch, the fuck you brought your fork for—"

"YOU— SHADDAP! IT'S EMBARRASSING AS IS!"

While everyone was trying to avoid Quinn's ire, it didn't take long before the part of the railway we were in was very much at capacity and it allowed the deadheads below to step onto their fallen comrades.

And since they were just getting squished and squeezed by the ones trying to get to us—and as more of them fell, it allowed for a slightly higher elevation, making them the most fucked up slope made of flesh and bone.

But despite all that, as much as Brownie and Brian were itching to do some actual work, I held them off like an owner pulling on their dogs' leash to allow more deadheads to climb up just for less work from Quinn and Ruben later.

We just made them hobble towards us right before the steps but right as I was about to let go of my dogs' leash and join in myself, Kuzma fucking flew from the other side of the platform just to join us in our assault. He easily bridged the distance with a single jump—after dropping most of his gear, of course—and he just went on a rampage wielding his two handaxes.

In turn, the rest of us just let loose the same way but shit was over in less than a few minutes.

I glanced at Kuzma's weapon of choice and chuckled, "Two axes, huh?"

"Yeah—"

"I thought you'd pick a—"

He cut me off, "A sickle and a hammer? I left it back home."

"HAH! We're gonna be good friends chicken-man."

Then Kayta shouted from the other side, "Hey! Where's ours?!"

"C-Coming! I mean— one of us is— There he is!"

"Why'd you need a picture of me for this pitchfork?!"

"P-PROOF OF DELIVERY MA'AM!"

"I'LL RETURN IT SO BUZZ OFF! WE'RE WORKING HERE!"

"Y-YES! APOLOGIES!"

'Good thing Morales' outpost is very close... Pretty obvious a university like that has some lying around... who knew we'd use these though... heh.'

As weird enough to use tools to transfer hay to transfer walking meat, it really did make the job easier. We didn't even need to wait for the dregs to climb up since we could just punch a hole in their heads and lift them up in one go though the trick was to pick a side where there was enough space to go around.

Because even if I could lift a deadhead up among the crowd, it would still need more strength and I can't be caught off-guard by doing this type of work. It's pretty honest, sure, but I was still looking our for possible threats like Kaley was scanning around with rifle in hand.

And yeah, I'd hate to say this again but who fucking knew a pitchfork would come in clutch because it saved us a lot of time since we took three fucking hours just to have a gap on the railway so we could have our people brought in the barriers for closing up this station. Enjoy exclusive chapters from empire

It was nothing pretty but it was solid enough to bar anything from coming in or climbing up—since it was higher than the barriers of the station itself and it was on a reverse decline—but we had to hose down the station for the nth time because of the gunk and whatever fucking mixture of dirt, blood, and whatever was on the flooring and the railway itself.

Brownie glanced at our barrier momentarily, "The fuck? Who took the time to make that? Shit's awesome! Solid as fuck!"

Alright, it's pretty.

In any case, I had a group watch the barrier still—while picking off some that they could—while I came in with blade and pistol drawn to the place where they dock their trains with Kuzma and Tatiana.