Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Chapter 76: 76

“Calm down yeah? Unc. could handle this.” I said to him.

The way he tightly held his gun lessened and we continued to keep guard outside.

“Who did you think paid for all of your fees?! Your mom who can’t even manage to feed you properly for even a day?! You really think that her being the worst household helper did all that?! That’s why all those boys you take home just played with you since you’re an idiot.” my uncle bellowed.

“The f.u.c.k did you say?!” she replied.

“Truth hurts huh?” I said to myself as Jared squeezed a faint smile.

“Blabber all you want but you can’t take them from me!” my aunt shouted.

“Who told you I can’t? You don’t even own this place. Mr. Chang! Mr. Chang!” he shouted.

“Don’t you f.u.c.k.i.n.g dare!” she shouted as well.

Kenny my cousin is just in the corner, eyes red from all their fighting. A few people inside are just watching the four have a shouting match with each other. My aunt’s brother is also there but they are doing nothing. A few moments passed then a lean old man with white hair, white mustache and glasses walked out of one of the houses.

“Quiet. You all know that noise attracts them, you want to fight? Go outside and walk 10 kilometers away.” the man said calmly with a slight accent.

My uncle and his wife became silent but their breathing is still ragged.

“Mr. Chang, I’m sorry for the noise but I’d like to take my youngest son Kenny and Hannah my second youngest.” my uncle said.

“Is that you Mr. Zardon? Long time no see. I seem to understand the squabble here and I think I know the solution.” he said.

“Mr. Chang, he’s a drunk! My kids will be in harm’s way if you let him take them with him.” she pleaded.

Mr. Chang still has a calm demeanor then his eyes darted towards me.

“Is that you Mr. Ishiyama? I see that you’re correct in your report, sorry for doubting you. Thank you as well for the early warning and I managed to haul everything from my shops before anything happened to me. Do you wish for anything in return?” he asks.

As I was about to reply but Cyrill interrupted.

“I figured, a drunk and a murderer close to each other. Planning to kill someone today again?” Cyrill said to stir a reaction in me.

Kaley almost replied in anger but I stopped her by placing a hand in her wrist.

“Hmm? Big words for an addict. You’re looking pale, on withdrawal now? Need some Oxycontin? F.u.c.k! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told everyone here that. What are you doing now? Sniffing rugby or paint thinner? Where’s your supplier? Is he dead? Too bad…” I retorted with a smile.

He gave me a glare but he took a look around their compound and he was taken aback from the stares given to him. His hands are balled into a fist and he’s just trembling in anger.

*SLAP*

“You’re a f.u.c.k.i.n.g addict?!” her mom slapped him in the face.

“Great, acting like she doesn’t know a thing.” I said to myself.

“Mom?!” Joanna was in shock.

“Sky, can you please ask Mr. Chang to let me take my kids?” my uncle pleaded.

“C’mon unc, of course. Mr. Chang, can I have Kenny and Hannah join my group instead? You’d save up on more food and this fight could be over soon as soon as we take them. They’re too young to even help around your place.” I said.

“I can let you take the little one but the older little girl should stay here. She’s of age and she started contributing here when they came in.” he said very calmly.

“This stingy old dude. I’ll disregard how he looks at people like a product for now.” I said to myself.

“What do you want to trade for her then?” I said.

“Guns.” he replied.

My uncle looked at me and he laid his shotgun on the ground with the extra slugs that I gave him.

“Not enough.” he replied coldly.

“How about this then? Give me Kenny and Hannah. In exchange, I’ll give you this kitted AR-15 with 5 magazines with 30 rounds each and that shotgun with the slugs. I’ll even add 2 motorcycles if you give me your guandao, not the one on display at your house, the real one I’ve seen you use before when I came to visit when I was 10.” I said.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“N-not the guandao. It’s mine.” he stuttered.

“You can’t even use it anymore; your kids don’t know as well. It’s just gathering dust now.” I replied.

He threw a hateful glance and I just stared nonchalantly.

“You’d need to go out if you start to have less food. You’d need more vehicles for that. I’ll throw in 2 suits of protective clothing as a sign of good will. Do you really think that holding onto that weapon is the best course of action for your group now? I know that it’s important to you as this is important to me but I promise you that I’ll take good care of it.” I explained as my hand is placed on the handle of my wakizashi.

All of them are now staring at him as he rubs his glabella with his eyes closed.

“C’mon, I’ll accept it even if it’s the replica.” I said to myself.

“F-fine.” he said as I gave a faint smile.

The gate was now opened and Mr. Chang asked his son to get the weapon that I was looking for. My group then placed the two motorcycles down with the two boxes of the protective gear that I promised I would give them. My uncle handed the shotgun to one of Mr. Chang’s people and I handed my AR directly to him. His son came out of their door and was carrying a polearm that is a few inches taller than me. I inspected it first and it’s the real deal.

The blade shines brightly and it looks like a naginata from Japan but thicker. However, I wish I have one of those instead of this one. It’s a bit larger compared to it and this one has a notch at the back of the blade to catch the opponent’s weapon with it. The main blade is heavy and the pole is part wood and part metal. It also has a small counterweight on the other end of the pole and it is shaped like a small blunt spike. There is a design of a gray dragon wrapping around the pole and its mouth is where the main blade starts while the tail is in the other end.

I nodded at Mr. Chang and offered a handshake and he reluctantly gave me one.

“Well, it’s really hard to let go of something you have for decades. I’m pretty surprised that he agreed.” I said to myself.

“No! You’re not taking away my kids from me!” my aunt bellowed as we approach them to take Kenny and Hannah.

Cyrill stepped in the middle of us and he threw a punch towards my uncle.

*whoosh*

*thud*

“You f.u.c.ker better step away or you’ll receive more of this.” he shouted.

My uncle received it with his face, not even bothering to dodge it. I was about to do something but he balled up his fist and threw a punch of his own at his son.

*WHOOSH*

*THUD*

“Damn. He really did it.” I said to myself.

My uncle is visibly more muscular than my lanky cousin. He has a beer belly but all his muscles from driving trucks and delivering them from place to place and carrying it himself to the warehouses exploded at my cousin’s face.

“Grck!” Cyrus sprawled on the floor clutching his face. He was about to get up but I just looked at him dead in the eye and he was frozen in the spot. I brandished the guandao at him and I pointed the blade on his neck. I saw Mr. Chang’s eyes glimmer when I wielded his weapon.

I whispered at him, “I’ll kill you if you move.”

He gnashes his teeth but he never moved a muscle.

“Bitch.” I said out loud.

“Well, let go of that weapon and fight me fairly!” he shouted.

“Hah! That’s cute. I’d rather not rattle your brain much more so you could at least think like a normal person.” I retorted.

“At least I think normally, what is going on in the head of a killer like you?” he retorted as well.

“You’d really like to know? I can kill you, your sister, and your mom here in 10 seconds with this thing. Less if I don’t cut you into parts.” I said menacingly.

“You!” Joanna shouted.

“Shut the f.u.c.k up too, okay? I’d take less time if you don’t have a pound of makeup in your face.” I snapped back as I heard a few chuckles all around me. She shrinks down though she’s glaring at me and my uncle.