Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

From the last time I've been away for a few weeks, I've had guards letting random-ass people case our place out, and from the few days I've been to Subic with my group, Dr. Nichols and Mimi uncovered stupid shit people have been doing for quite a while.

Correlating this bullshit behavior every time I went away wasn't exactly the cause, but I felt like I was a fucking scarecrow preventing these dumbass birds from taking advantage of our crops.

And just for a bit of context, every able-bodied person in this place was expected to work—depending on their skillset, if not, anything that wouldn't need specialization—to earn their keep, and for some reason, if they weren't able to do their duties, be it an injury, sickness, or something along those lines, they'd be given the time off without docking their pay—which was their allocation of food, water, basic necessities, etc.

In addition, like with this hospital, they'd treat them to the best of their abilities and take care of their needs while they're indisposed but somehow, these people found the gall to abuse our generosity and live a lavish life thinking none of us would notice or speak up.

I shook my head as I addressed everyone once more:

"Jesus fucking christ, we just had an incident with our guards last time and you fucks didn't even think to clean up your act?! You're only required to work six to eight hours a day and you're even allowed a day off each week—doubling the resources we'd pay you if you decided to work on your day off and if you decided to work overtime.

We're not paying you with bullshit pizza parties people, we're paying you for your time and contributions because that's what you deserve and worked hard for!"

"And yeah, I'm sorry your bank accounts and the bills you've made before the world had gone to shit has you know, gone to shit but— aren't we all on the same boat?! While it's true some of us got a leg up on the competition but so what? Are you gonna complain about that too?!

We worked extra hard to afford us these edges but if you'd like to hear it again be my guest: the world's fucking unfair, dig deep if you wanna keep up and dig deeper if you want to have the chance to come up on top."

"Look… it's great and all that we can afford comfort like this but there's a balance between that… I don't give a fuck if you're a lazy bum but do it in a way that wouldn't inconvenience other people who should be spending their precious time to meet their quotas, improve upon themselves, or take care of their families.

You could be wasting away on your free time but finish your fucking quotas first and don't involve anyone else in your bullshit. Is that hard?"

Then I brought up another subject:

"The families with children here have more days off in case of emergencies and each of their children is given their share of necessities without question but we do expect them to attend classes while the parents take care of them and such on top of their jobs—and before you question it, taking care of your kids is a job in and of itself but for people with unfortunate circumstances or for those who wanted to have some sort of rainy-day fund, we have babysitters where you can drop your kids off or you can be one yourself, there's always slots available.

You can talk to your neighbors who have kids or want their kids taken care of but it'd be better if you go straight to us, less mess that way because the rates are flexible and I'd like to receive fewer complaints about people not holding up their end of the deal."

At that point, I began to discuss more things people here should've been aware of but since these fiascos popping up left and right, I felt everyone needed a refresher. But yeah, the people whose names I recited earlier couldn't look everyone in the eyes still—and as one of them asked for a transfer, I quickly shut that shit down:

"Emille Roxas, you're one of our tailors, right?"

"Y-Yes, sir…"

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"Alright… so tell me, why do you wanna transfer?"

"I-It's umm… y-you know—"

"Embarrassing?"

"..."

"Shameful?"

"..."

"Can't look at your colleagues in the eye?"

"..."

"Look, if you're not gonna answer—"

"A-All of those things, sir—"

"The answer's still no though. You had skin thick enough to ask our nurses to wipe your ass and bathe you when you had a fever, you should have skin thick enough to soldier through getting weird looks from your friends, families, and coworkers. ȒАƝȰ𐌱Ês̈

You should've thought long and hard before you decide to do scummy shit and instead of running away, you should be— no, all of you, including our guards or ex-guards involved in that incident, work hard to earn back your reputation. You fucked around and found out, deal with the repercussions."

"...I'm sorry, sir."

I rolled my eyes, "Don't apologize to me, apologize to the people you took advantage of. Not here, of course— do it on your own time. And let this be a lesson, alright? We can afford to be generous around here but it's not fucking right to take the whole pie for yourselves.

And look, calling you out like this in public's pretty lenient, if you can't imagine, so the next time this happens, we'll just ship you off to where Morales, Iskoh, Mauricio, or Jessica is— better yet, send you off to Subic Bay, see how it goes for you. Trust me, you have it fucking easy here— too easy if I might add, considering how you decide to do that type of thing…"

"So on that note, we'll end it here. Making mistakes is a normal thing but consciously doing it is a whole other fucked up thing, remember that."

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