Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

If I was just gonna try and reclaim the Subic Bay Airport with my crew, the plan would be to slowly whittle the dregs using .22s, leading the bulk into a trap, or a hit-and-run tactic. But yeah, reclaiming such a huge area needed careful planning but since we were in a bit of a time crunch and we have several hundred Marines on our side, I guess that a bit of brute-forcing was feasible.

To be honest, I had no involvement in how these people planned to take over the airport I asked them to because one, I was busy with admin stuff yesterday, and two, I wasn't the only one capable of moving forces to a spot just to clear it with the dead.

Most likely, I'd be in charge of the aftermath but as of right now, Oscar was already pushing me into one of the Chinooks their troops used to get here while lugging around an M240 with hundreds of rounds stapped on his torso.

It's just that it was a fucking fiasco because Major Harper was also present in the same aircraft and lugging around the same loadout, but since we still had plenty of room, I brought over my core group which was composed of Kaley, Tatiana, Jared, Ibarra—and since Mikhail was out of the picture, Quinn took his place but I also brought over Bogdan and let Kuzma lead the trainees/cadets.

And to give a brief outline of our attack, the plan was to attack, nothing more.

But yeah, our group would be coming from above while three ships would split two-and-one where the two would come from the airport's side which was closest to the Marine Base while the other one would be going to the other end of the airport where they'd meet up with the bulk of soldiers on Mitch's command.

Additionally, there'd be five fishing vessels and six other boats that would dock either on the wharf sticking out of the airport—to clear out smaller dregs that might come in—or a bit further in to where this "Majestic" resort was located to manage the traffic and other deadheads that might visit us when we started to make some noise.

It's just that the airport had a lot of entrances left open due to the panic when it started and some of the chain-linked gates had already fallen down and it could only plugged by vehicles at the moment.

And one other thing: there were survivors inside.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that a decently-sized group managed to lock themselves in and find solace in an area teeming with the undead but with no way of making more food or getting out without sacrifice or completely annihilation, it was only a matter of time before they go through the whole storehouse of food and other stuff.

This was a piece of information that just surfaced yesterday because with the use of one of the US Drones, I so fucking highly covet, they were able to get valuable information and discover said survivors by using its thermal and night-vision capabilities.

"Any idea of how many are inside?"

"Sioson!" Oscar called out to this other guy wearing a high-visibility vest, "You saw the readings, right? Do you have an estimate?"

"Hmm~ I'd say around fifty or so but there is another group on the other side of the airport that's way smaller. Maybe around a dozen people— but they seemed to have kids with them."

"Is the airport the only place you checked?"

He just stared at me for a bit before he answered, "Well~ There are also heat signatures South of the airport where this other resort and this maritime academy were present, numbering a couple hundred at least, but there's a lot more in this medical center further East."

"Like how many?"

"Like way~ more. They even have checkpoints on the road leading up to that point and some patrols roaming around. It's hard to see shit in the dark but those heat signatures wouldn't lie."

"I see, I see. Thank you," then I turned to Oscar again, "We're just waiting for Mitch and the other ships to get close, right?"

"Yeah. They'll draw as much as they can on each end first before we drop in then we'll mount these bad boys *tapping at their machine guns* on each edge of the main building before you fucks go down and clean the mess downstairs. Be vigilant, alright? I know they're people but even if they surrender easily, detain them and take all their weapons."

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Tie up the unruly ones and don't be afraid to break a bone or two."

"I'll make sure to get my point across quickly, don't worry about it."

"You sure about that, kid?"

"I'll hit a kid if I have to—" Enjoy reading at m,v lem|p,yr

"HAH! Enough said, you don't mind me borrowing Jared for a bit since you have Kaley with ya, right?"

"You can take them both if you want to save ammo."

"Nah, one of you will be—"

As Oscar was still in mid-sentence, the Sioson fella cut him off to look at this reinforced laptop with what looked like the controller for the drone they were using and it showed footage of a peculiar sight of the runway teeming with the undead.

It was very easy to lure the undead once the ships came in using something less noisy than their foghorns—because no one wanted the undead from the whole bay to drop in—but the live footage said otherwise.

Granted there were already a good number of them moving on either end of the confines of the airport, but there was also a good number of the dead looking into the sky like they were waiting for rain. However, with the bulk of the dead going their own way without a care to which meat bag they'd bump into, some of them got tossed or pushed around which prompted a reaction.

Almost all of the ones standing on the central area of the runway were unscathed as they remained on their spot but the ones that got pushed off their weird stance changed teams for a moment before they finally got to their original position.

However, not all of them managed to get back—at least to what we were seeing—but as of right now, it seemed like the ones fighting the wave decided to just go with the flow as each of them tried to follow the sound they were hearing at intervals.

It's just that the walls on each side were simply chain-linked fences alternating with walls made from hollow blocks, and the chain-linked fences could only take so much weight.