Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

To my surprise, Dax didn't give an immediate answer as he referred to Sheepy first then to their other members who stayed—meaning, they didn't just flock off to their friends or family members to the other side—as they all discussed among themselves on what to do about their current situation.

On the other hand, George and a few other parents weren't too happy about my decision to give this younger group a choice on the matter due to how difficult their life was the moment this place collapsed.

But at the end of the day, due to how I was seeing it, both groups did scummy shit anyone would be pissed about and admirable things anyone could be proud of.

Even the approach they used to tackle every decision was different—but that's the thing, they were on complete ends of the spectrum and they would have a better chance of reclaiming this place for themselves if they just worked together.

'Funny how the thing I'm always going for wasn't the obvious thing to do…'

Take how they fought the dead for example, both had means to fight the dead but one of them was too brave while the other was too timid. Some help from the other side could've been a huge boon, but when it didn't arrive, instead of regrouping, this other group decided to push on and lost some members.

And with the case of food consumption, it was admirable that George and the other parents prioritized the food for their young ones but if all the adults were left with no more strength—and god forbid, died and rose as the undead while inside the storeroom—what then?

On the other hand, it was out-of-the-box thinking—though a little extreme—on Dax and Sheepy to extend their food consumption by use of drugs but then again, they were using drugs, and what if a less than nicer group came in with worse intentions?

I'm not even gonna touch on what was going behind on closed doors—even though it looked like they were all pretty open about it—but as it stood, the girl who OD'd was actually carrying more than harmful substances inside her system.

She survived and all but the doctor who checked her didn't even need that much to discover that she was actually pregnant for more than three months.

"WHAT?!"

Obviously, another fight started between the two groups because even though these kids were forced to be responsible on their own, they didn't know who got "Casey" knocked up.

However, as much as I would hate to say it, this was a stain on their record—and if somehow, in some way, Casey was also forced into it, it'll change a lot of things in how this group gets treated if they somehow decided to stay.

There's also the notion that we'd need to figure out who did what first before we even let them take a foot out of this place.

Then again, as much as I would hate to say it, if Casey was also in on it as it happened—because she's already of age and she should also be responsible with her own body—she, the father, and the baby should receive all the help they could get, especially from Casey's family, because it was already a miracle that her older sister, "Camille", found her to be alive so they shouldn't form more rifts between each other.

But for the third time, one of the last two options, if Casey, the father, and everyone else wouldn't take it or care for it, there was one other solution that in some special cases, might be more humane, because a child riddled with drugs on their system would already have a lot of complications and whatnot in the old world, imagine how it would live in the new forsaken one?

I'd hate to bring up this topic because some people would favor life compared to early termination—or what it's technically called: abortion, because from my own observation, a good number of these pro-lifers only cared about making the person "give" life, not have the actual life have one.

It's a slippery slope if we start having talks about the different ways it's wrong or other ways to have the child taken care of by another, but then again, we don't even know if the baby or the mother could live life because right now, they were just surviving.

"SEE WHAT YOU FUCKING DID TO CASEY?! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Camille shouted at the top of her lungs.

Sheepy got right up in her face, "ME?! WHAT ARE YOU POINTING AT ME FOR?! WE'RE NOT EVEN SURE WHO THE FATHER IS AND NEWSFLASH! IT COULD BE ANY ONE OF US RIGHT HERE! IN SHORT, YOUR LIL SIS A HOE—"

Camille sent a solid slap across Sheepy's face as she clapped back, "YOU GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH!"

"HAH! IS THIS WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO TO YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW? QUESTION MARK?!"

Dax interjected, "Don't rile her up, Sheeps. It's ugly enough as it is, don't make us look bad even more."

"US?! US LOOK BAD?! WE'RE ALREADY LOOKED DOWN ON! EVEN BEFORE THIS SHIT STARTED—" then he glanced at me briefly, "IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM, WE WOULD'VE BEEN LINED UP IN A WALL AND SHOT AT!"

"I do understand that, what I'm saying is don't do anymore. What happened to Casey is on us, we should be more responsible with our group—"

Camille spat on the ground, "YOUR GROUP?! SHE DOESN'T BELONG IN ANY GROUP! AND AT THIS POINT, SHE SHOULD NEVER SEE, HEAR, OR BE IN CLOSE CONTACT WITH ALL OF YOU! SHE SHOULD BE WITH FAMILY—"

Dax cut in with a glare, "Because her older sister was not there when she needed it the most. Go ahead, make up for lost time—"

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"

Dax shook his head, "I don't get why you're so worked up, lady. If anything, she should be taken away from you."

"WHAT—"

"Casey told us— Nah. Everyone told us everything while we were in that nice suite. In essence, we're more family than you are, at least that's what I thought for some of us." he said as he glanced at the few who already switched teams, "But Casey? She's one of the good ones. And you're the exact opposite. Calling yourself the older sister?

What a joke!"

"YOU— Don't you dare—"

"Dare what? I'm sure that we don't know the whole story and you still get to explain your side but don't you dare paint us in a darker light even if we're already in it just so that you could move some shade off yours. That's all."