Operation City Cleanup

Chapter 24 Operation City Cleanup

POV Justin

2 weeks after the capture of the Pentagon

During these two weeks since I took over the Pentagon, I have familiarized myself with the facilities and assigned the right people to important positions, obviously, I made sure that these people were loyal to me.

Additionally, everyone is forced to work to earn their livelihood, as I said before, 'swim or drown', we will not feed anyone for free, and everyone is forced to work without exemptions.

Carry out repairs in the damaged areas of the facilities, cover each access point, and maintain essential services such as electricity and water. Everyone has an assigned function to make the new society work where thousands of people live together.

The Pentagon has many facilities at its disposal. Restaurants, a shopping center, a pharmacy, and a school was also established for the children where they are taught the basics in addition to survival methods along with not-so-subtle indoctrination.

What can I say? The future generation will be loyal to me from a young age. Literally, everyone lives in a dictatorship, but it's better than living outside with the walking dead.

A points system was also established, with which products or services can be purchased, everything within the Pentagon works with points because cash lost all its value. I have to thank the analysts for creating this brilliant system.

I find myself sitting at a table in one of the restaurants as a waitress hurries up to me, bows, and hands me a chocolate milkshake along with a couple of cups of coffee to the people accompanying me.

"Thanks, put it on my account." I say with a charming smile, the waitress just bows and quickly walks away. Given this, I take my milkshake and start drinking it while the other people next to me do the same with their coffee. This delicious, this place is a gold mine with all the resources to survive the apocalypse for a long time.

"So Mike." I say placing my drink on the table as a shitty grin spreads across my chocolate-covered face. "Do you still dream of killing me?" At my question, I can hear someone choking as Mike just stares at me.

"No, I don't anymore, I must say that your methods are excessive but effective." He says sipping his coffee again without flinching, what professionalism.

"As expected from my head of security." I say with a hint of pride in my voice. It was a good choice to take Mike as my head of security, he was a secret service bodyguard. From the fucking secret service! That's amazing and now he works for me.

"Your Highness, is everything alright?" another of my bodyguards who is sitting at the same table as us asks me.

"Everything is fine, I just got distracted in my thoughts." I say waving my hand a little.

"Your Highness, you are always thinking about the empire and our welfare, how admirable." Says my bodyguard with devotion. I had to control myself not to burst out laughing.

"Yes...Sure." I say while coughing a bit. "Obviously!" I say with a charming smile as Mike just stares at me.

That look reminds me of the one my uncle Negan gave me, maybe I should start sending men to try to locate the sanctuary, Negan's base. Assuming obviously the plot holds, which I highly doubt and he could even be dead. There are more important things first, though.

In the distance I see a woman leading a group of new refugees through the facility like a tourist tour.

"To continue our journey we have the commercial area inaugurated 1 week ago by His Highness, where you can buy whatever you want if you have enough points, now follow me to the work office where you will be assigned a job according to your qualities." She says as the small group of people follows her with eyes wide open looking in all directions as if they can't believe their eyes. This place must be heaven in their eyes.

Armed guards patrol the commercial area, in any part of the Pentagon, it is normal to always see armed guards patrolling at all times.

As usual, I have left all the boring work to the competent people, while I make the important decisions, because of this I have a lot of free time which I make the most of having fun or reading some classified Pentagon secrets. Obviously, I will abuse all the advantages that my position has, I would be stupid not to.

Hours later, I find myself in the Pentagon's underground parking lot as people rush around loading large boxes into vehicles. Today we will start a fairly ambitious plan to take care of the walkers that invade the city of Washington, D.C, we do not have enough ammunition to kill them all, but we can take a large number of them out of the city.

"Your Highness, the vehicles are all ready to start the operation when you order it." One of my minions says kneeling before me.

"Have the engineers finished modifying the vehicle I ordered yet?" I asked tilting my head. I gave the engineers the task of modifying one of the military vehicles at my whim, I gave them the ideas and they wrote them down, and soon they went to work.

"Yes, Your Highness, the military vehicle is now ready for deployment to your specifications." He says quickly as he shouts some orders to other people, soon after, a modified military vehicle approaches us. "I hope it is to your liking." He says bowing slightly as he rubs his hands greedily.

"This is amazing!" I exclaim loudly looking at the modified military vehicle in front of me. "You gentlemen have earned a bonus." I say with a satisfied smile as the engineer's eyes light up.

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"Now, let the operation begin, it's time to clean up the city." I say approaching one of the vehicles and getting on shortly after while Beta along with some people gets on the modified military vehicle, he knows what to do.

In that, the armored doors of the underground parking lot open as the vehicles begin to leave. A large caravan of vehicles moves away from the Pentagon towards the city while each of the vehicles has a specific route to travel courtesy of the analysts.

After a few moments, the vehicles begin to separate and go through the streets and main roads that are still passable, honking their horns or playing loud music to attract the attention of as many walkers as possible.

The population of Washington, D.C, was about 600,000 people. Therefore there are a lot of walkers within the city, residential areas, and its surroundings. Although most of the walkers probably left the city some time ago, chasing after the survivors. However, there are still a significant number of them in the city.

The noise of horns and loud music begins to be heard everywhere causing a horde of walkers to chase each vehicle.

"We can't stay behind." I say opening the top hatch of the van and turning on the big sound system, immediately afterward the music begins to play at full volume as we drive through several streets attracting the attention of many walkers.

"You should get down from there, you can fall." Mike says as he sits in the passenger seat surveying the surroundings. However, I ignore him and start singing out loud following the lyrics of the song as hundreds of walkers start following the van.

~…And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I'd get him to swap our places

Be running up that road

Be running up that hill

Be running up that building

See, if I only could, oh... ~

After several minutes and with hundreds of walkers following us we approached the road turning off the sound equipment and closing the hatch. The next part of the plan calls for silence because on the highway there were thousands of walkers crowded around the modified military vehicle with music blaring.

We approach a safe distance to the road by turning off the vehicle and covering the windows, I can see many vehicles of our men on the sides of the road and in the immediate vicinity, all with their engines off, windows covered and not making a sound.

The only noise that can be heard is the music of the military vehicle that is in the middle of the road surrounded by thousands of walkers packed together as more and more walkers arrive in the area. The walkers who were chasing us lost interest in our vehicle and followed the source of the noise.

Minutes later, we accounted for all the vehicles and I gave the order for the military vehicle to move forward. At that, large blades begin to cut down any walkers in front of the vehicle as they begin to accelerate. Behind them, tens of thousands of walkers are following them.

~…Be running up that road

Be running up that hill

Be running up that building… ~

Music is heard in the distance until the sound of music and moaning disappears on the horizon.

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"Your Highness, shall we proceed with the next part of the plan?" They ask me about the radio, at which a smile spreads across my face and I take the radio.

"Proceed with the plan and watch out for the straggling walkers who got locked inside the buildings. If you find any survivors take them to the Pentagon." I say over the radio, as all the vehicles start their engines and start accelerating towards their targets. We will not leave anything to anyone, we will take everything that can serve us before the others.

"Start looting of Washington, D.C."