Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

To avoid any misunderstandings just in case someone else shows up, we settled it with a fist, elbow, and shoulder bump before having a group secure these rooms by calling over a closed van to gather these items. Of course, a portion of it would be given to Morales' group—mostly the food and maybe all the ammo—but we'd divvy everything up once everything was over.

In any case, we didn't even take more than 30 minutes checking these three rooms out so when we joined Tatiana and her clearing group, they were just about done with the 3rd floor.

And of course, she had two groups clearing rooms at the same time—composed of three people—and another group tasked with chucking the bodies through the window. The Deweys—except for June—were the ones in charge of the latter objective though Cindy looked like she wanted to do something more violent or homicidal.

"Dammit! All these gear and I haul whores' bodies! Ugh— Is that a bloody thong?!"

Jeremy shook his head, "Everything they're wearing is bloody—"

"I don't care! I want to do what they're doing now!"

But yeah, I didn't even need to do anything as Tatiana shut her down:

"You don't get to do what you always want around here, alright?! I'm aiming to rotate your assignments on the fourth floor but with the way you're acting, you gotta calm your tits first before you put your siblings in danger."

"BUT—"

"Oh, I'm gonna have a field day with you, once it's all over~"

"I was just—"

Right as Cinddy was in mid-complaint, we heard three shots come from the left side followed by several more, coming from different guns.

It was a tell-tale sign that Marvin's group opened a door where an orgy or a gangbang was probably conducted before the big surprise because as the shots died down and as we came to check on them, it seemed like bite-play had gone too far in addition to how much stuff could a body get penetrated with something more than a penis.

I'd just spare most of the details and leave it to one's imagination because some shit shouldn't even fit or go in those places.

'These fucks are reinventing the Kamasutra, that's for sure…'

But yeah, one other thing I wouldn't spare any details about was this other room where an occupant tried to fend himself from a masseuse just with an ashtray and the available sheets.

Granted he was successful in defending himself, but he couldn't do the same thing with all the roaming occupants and hotel staff, so he ended himself by tying his neck using the TV's power cord and miserably trying to hang himself while his feet were still on the ground.

Lemme be honest, getting hanged was one thing because it'd be over once someone's neck snapped—because of gravity doing most of the work—but the way this dude did it was more horrible since you basically had to choke yourself slowly, and he probably tried multiple times and succeeded using what was available to him.

Isaac couldn't hide his disgust, "You mean—"

Eden was grimacing as well as she cut in, "He used that bottle of lube so he wouldn't be able to stand up?! H-How?"

"I mean, it's genius in a morbid way but unless you really wanna die, our body's knee-jerk reaction to survive just kicks in, prompting us to stand up if we're in the situation. This guy just had no choice on the matter."

Cindy shook her head, "I… I don't even know how you concluded it with that… I thought this was just a crime scene and I thought only people who tried offing themselves could think of this…"

I dryly chuckled, "I mean… Nevermind…"

"WHA— You— D-DON'T DROP THAT ON ME LIKE THAT!"

I put my hands up, "It was a long time ago and things are very different now— and it's a very~ long story I'd rather not tell now… but yeah, it's just a slip— I mean, pun unintended considering our circumstances but—"

"DICK! D-Don't do that!" Cindy suddenly jabbed me on my shoulder.

Tatiana piled on, "To be fair, I'm kind of in the same boat as him with my childhood but I'd just go out with a bang at that point. See how much I'd take down with that fucking ashtray."

Cindy couldn't believe her ears, "G-GUYS! Please! I— I-Is this part of Hell Week? Putting me through mental torture?!"

I was confused, "No, why?"

"It was just— Ugh… I mean, it might be a way for you guys to cope but—"

"Somewhat, right?" I said as I turned to Tatiana, in which she nodded a few times as well, "Correct."

Jeremy nudged his sister, "That's why you don't ask questions you don't want the answer to, alright?"

"YOU— It was just something I learned from—" then she turned to us, "I-I'm sorry, shouldn't have asked that question…"

I waved her off, smiling, "Nah, you did nothing wrong—aside from being a homicidal maniac, you're good."

"YOU!"

"What? If you wanna keep killing shit for sport, you should've just stayed on the railway with Ruben and Brownie! Kaley and Quinn are there too!"

"UGH! We gotta have a real talk after this! You guys are so mean!"

"It's our fault now?! Huh!"

"S-SHADDAP!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Short banter aside, it didn't take long— I mean, it took us an hour after noon to completely close off the love hotel—and the shopping mall right next to it—including Monumento Station, before retreating back to Morales' base of operations to have lunch.

As I said before, it was in this university we passed by and did a few jobs before, and it was looking much better compared to the time we were here last. Because not only did it look intimidating and secure from the inside and outside, but upon closer look, Morales had a nice system going on even if this place's main purpose before was a short stopping point before clearing off dregs in the area. Explore stories on empire