Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Chapter 1401 [Blow the fucking thing.]

Before I could even voice out my thoughts, another small-ish boat started to slowly disappear from view akin to a broken office chair playing the worst prank on a new employee trying to intently listen on one of their most important meetings by slowly descending below eye level.

Still, this boat I was staring at intently was visibly sinking—and I don't know if it was due to the living corpses tangling with its anchor and then dragging it down or if someone mistakenly released the Kraken.

My head was definitely telling me to throw in my stack of grenades to that particular spot but with the other boats in the immediate vicinity, the best way to go about it was to trust this slightly faster process of clearing the dead. It wasn't like we could see what was happening down there except for the two ships about to come in a short while.

Yeah, I was talking about sonar.

Still, those two ships wouldn't be able to come that fast and while we had other smaller or bigger ships nearby that also had sonar capabilities, the biggest issue was still in front of us, and knowing that there was still a bunch more under them wouldn't be of much help in our current situation.

As much as I hate to say this, we just have to check the wreckages later and put up better monitoring systems once everything was done and over.

'Probably a two-year project to build a wall on the entrance to Manila Bay from the ocean…'

But yeah, the boat that caught my eye hasn't sunk yet and from what it looks like currently, it seemed to be getting dragged into this wave of corpses funneling into the Pasig River with other boats right next to it.

Seeing that made my former suspicion ring true in my head and even though our properties were taking huge damage—it was far safer than facing a mythical creature or a giant squid.

In any case, our current situation was a bit harder than so-so—because from my point of view, I was using a machete with decent length, swinging down onto a bloated head before proceeding to remove its limbs in order. I would've preferred to use my katana but I'd rather hit the concrete with my machete despite my katana being more ductile compared to that.

Still, it was a different feeling cutting down something enlarged by water because, despite its extra thickness, our blades would sink in faster before the obvious pop when our blade cut through bone. And after that, it was just more soggy pancake texture—same with the first strike—and it was rinse and repeat before our designated group in our team would haul them back onto another truck.

Those other trucks would then transport them elsewhere for the drying process—and the only time I think we would be able to pilfer through the corpses was when the whole task was over or when it was the final batch of deliveries.

This was just the most fucked up production line I've been in—but the statement was moot since I've only been in one or twice in my life.

"WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WATCH THE FUCKING— Uhh… Thank you? Who— WOAH! I JUST SAID— Damn that chick got aim…" A random-ass soldier exclaimed from the spot adjacent to us.

"YOU'RE WELCOME!" Kaley shouted back while continuing to look out for everybody else.

Turns out, Kaley wasn't getting much action from our spot since everyone else in my group locked in and performed as expected but everyone else from the other factory lines had started to lag behind and be sloppy.

So, to make use of herself—albeit a little too dangerous if you were not used to it—she started popping shots to where it was needed, and yeah, she saved a soldier's life in some way or another.

But yeah, from our other sniper's case, Jared was standing in the same spot as Kaley but he was looking at the water posed like a meerkat watching out for a hyena.

While the place in close proximity was well-lit with floodlights and some other form of an illuminating device, he seemed to be using both the thermal and the night-vision capabilities of his scope—and I was surprised he was able to mount it in such a short time since he usually runs with his regular setup in his new DMR SCAR.

"What are you doing, bro?"

He replied without sparing me a look, "Just do your shit, bro, I'm just looking at the horizon."

"Cool—"

[Yo, bruh, you still there?]

"Who's this?"

[I ain't gonna repeat again, a'ight? Matthews! This is Corporal Matthews from Subic Bay!]

"Ahh~ The dude who kept coming back for seconds that one time—"

[So you do remember me!]

"Uh-huh, I just guessed, all of you went back for seconds—"

[YOU— Fuck it, we about to drop down our guys in—]

"Ah, I can actually see you guys—"

[You're actually here?!]

"Yep, where's everyone else?"

[They're doing what you asked of us but I also got a good view from up above. You see, most of these floaters—fuck it, more like each and everyone of 'em is gathered in your spots for some reason.]

"Just us or the urban areas?"

[Not exactly a 100% but that seems to be the case. We passed by the areas from our side from the West and it just might be how the winds blow. I can't actually predict how it works, just some observation on my part.]

"I see. So yeah, help me a little here and if there's nothing to clean up from the edges of this wave, have everyone else drop in either of the harbors because you guys don't actually have the tools for mass cleanup."

[I was just about to say that. This system's nuts but it works— Ah, bro, I just received word that the extent of the floaters from the East Side is right around this place called Cavite City? It has this nub that forced the other parts of this zombie mass to break off and head to this area.]

"Shit. Then they're around six digits or maybe even seven. Can they guess where it came from? Is it from the inlet to Manila Bay or—"

[Nah, from this Cavity— ah, fuck— Cavite City.]

"What do you mean?"

[Ever seen 300?]

"Hah? You mean they pushed them off?"

[Pushed, jumped— could be anything. My dude's been saying that there's no signs of anything further than that and that area's the source of our problems. It's Cavite City through and through—or with some help from the nearby municipalities around it.]

"Doesn't make sense with the way you described the waves."

[Huh? Ah, that's true too— I mean, we're just observers here, it's a guesstimate, if anything.]

"Alright, thanks. We'll take that into account."

At that point, it seemed like we'd run out of roads to pile and dry the corpses we've been clearing and several open pits would be the better solution. While the sun and fire were the best ways to dispose of them, we could also rely on the ground to absorb them into nutrients—but I still would recommend turning them into carbon first rather than using them as fresh nutrients for the soil.

And with their numbers probably exceeding six digits, it'd take us more than an all-nighter to clean all this shit up unless we focus on the bunch encroaching on our territory.

In addition, we'd also have to take into account people's stamina and work schedules so I quickly called Rin for our list of people who'd do clearing runs in the morning.

[H-Hello! I— Do you want more people—]

"Nah, nah, just revise the list for tomorrow and have everyone doing clearing runs directed to the bridge in Tawiran and in the Manila Bay."

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[A-All of them?]

"You'd have to see this place firsthand to know why."

[O-Okay, I'll contact the officers now a-and print out several notices plus a few announcements. Some of them are already there so do you want me to shift them around for some rest?]

"That'd be great, I'll leave it to you."

[Ah— O-Okay, thanks!]

At that point, all I could say was that the clearing project was going swimmingly for the most part but the boat—or should I say boats now, that I was still keeping an eye on had moved significantly farther and was closer to the entrance to the Pasig River. It'd be one of the biggest clog we'd have to get rid off but let's just say that Iskoh was a little more decisive than I was.

[Blow the fucking thing.]

A few seconds after his voice rang out in our common channel, three RPGs zoomed in and blasted those fucking boats to pieces and they absolutely would fit in our shipping container turned strainers or just sink down on the bottom of the bay.

'I mean… It's his boats…'