Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd In The Apocalypse!

Chapter 1298 Spiders & Golems

These things we were facing—if it was just the size of a hand, I'd have the patience to catch it in a bowl and release it someplace else, but right now, I was just more inclined to bore through its head using a lead projectile or chop up its body and make it look like a regular human.

But yeah, once Kaley shot a succeeding bullet at the spider that flipped over, it did succumb to its head injuries but the body parts inside their stomachs dropped down and were picked up by the crawling heads, shoulders, knees, and toes to form a bigger collection.

Obviously, everyone else started firing before looking at what other rabbit they'd pull from their magician's hat—and let's just say with the ones that didn't have an actual head, I guess the bullets that bored through their meaty flesh bounced around enough to cause significant damage to their "battery" or smaller core.

I said enough damage because not all of them went down with one shot—because where else would fucking people aim—but the people who brought shotguns and used anything other than a 1-ounce slug was having a field day killing those unnamed fucks with one shot.

This occurrence definitely changed our current formation though the people who were driving our bobcats had a more active role than just tearing down what was left of the flesh walls.

With one call from yours truly, they began driving around, squishing the crawlies with the weight of their bobcats—the ones too far at the moment—while everyone else took care of what they could with what their equipment could easily handle.

And yeah, Oscar would shed actual tears if he saw me using my Shockwave at the moment though it was still hanging by my pack that still had more than a dozen mags of 5.56 rounds.

But yeah, I had to hand over my Shockwave to Quinn because once she started firing the belt-fed Saiga-12 Jennifer lent her, the motherfucker used it like a fucking hose and sprayed everything like she was watering plants.

I admire the destruction she was fucking causing but it was just too much of a waste of bullets!

"UGH! THIS SMALL SHOTGUN'S TOO BORING! IF I'M GONNA PUMP IT EVERY SHOT, I'D RATHER JERK YOU OFF! LET ME GET BACK TO THE SAIGA! I'LL USE IT IN BURSTS, I PROMISE!"

I never heard such bullshit in my life, "You— What the fuck— Who are you?!"

"HAAH?! THE FUCK YOU ON ABOUT?!"

"Since when did you ever ask for permission?!"

"WHA— I ASK FOR PERMISSION ALL THE TIME!"

"NO THE FUCK YOU DO NOT!"

"YES, I DO!"

"THIS IS A FEVER DREAM, I'M SURE OF IT—"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"STOP THAT SHIT NOW!"

"ROGER— YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME AFTER THAT!"

Luckily enough, it wasn't able to catch it as it just exploded elsewhere—still giving Bogdan a handful of confirmed kills—but right now, I focused more on having one of the bobcats plow the dead remnants over to our side so that we could throw them out and have our current enemies fewer shells or bodies to take over.

At this point, our whole focus should be the newcomers but we brought a lot of fucking players so there was still a smaller group taking charge of smaller things—but they weren't allowed to tear down walls and see what's behind door number five.

It was a little stupid, I know, but we were taking care of this new leak that sprouted, we shouldn't just mindlessly try and see if there were more leaks in the mix, or else we'd sink down to the bottom of the fucking ocean.

"JAM!" Tatiana shouted as she began to take a step back.

"I GOT YOU!"

"I ALSO HAVE TO TAKE THE SHELL HOLDERS FROM MY PACK! I JUST RAN OUT!"

"JUST DO IT! WE CAN MANAGE!"

Weirdly enough, Tatiana didn't even take half a minute to take care of the jam in her Benelli M4 and swap out the shell holders from her packs—though she did just drop the empty ones on the floor—but still, she was still fast as fuck and went back to blasting heads in no time.

Megan who was about to pinch-hit for her didn't have a lot of screentime or any at all, but she didn't mind as she picked up after Tatiana and made way for the group pulling the confirmed corpses or body parts to the side.

I can't even fucking believe that everyone here was working like a line that worked several years with each other but I'm all fucking for it.

Everyone knew their roles and what they should do in case something went wrong—and egos were left out the entrance as we all had a common goal to achieve.

Then again, everyone's needs aligned when two fucking flesh golems rolled down from the stairs looking like a mix of several franchises of buff dudes that were all about smashing things and flipping them over.

For some reason, they didn't give off the same vibes as the Hulkers we faced before but one of them had amalgamated limbs the size of my torso while the other one—though not as big—didn't have a single blindspot as it literally had nine lives because of the nine heads sitting atop its broad fucking shoulders.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that our snipers began taking shots at them but these motherfuckers covered their heads with their huge forearms and fucking rushed the closest bobcat.