Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse! Chapter 1207: Public Humiliation

Hearing these complaints, I started to get a little pinch in the back of my head—not because of them complaining per se but adding that on top of the incident last ti with our guards, it seed like— no, it was apparent that more and more people were getting comfortable with their current living situation while caring less and less about the people who were still nose down on work for giving back to the community as a whole.

I wouldn't mind or would've been a little understanding if they were still kids, had actual disabilities, old, or so other valid reason, but these lazy fucks who were grown able-bodied adults were taking advantage of this place's generosity and needed to be put in their place one way or the other.

'They could be lazy on their own but they shouldn't have other people pick up their shit for them…'

So yeah, after gathering more evidence like their charts, so CCTV footage, and reliable witnesses, I decided to blindside all of them and have our nightly eting held in this place's multipurpose hall, making sure that this type of thing that could happen due to human nature and their environnt wouldn't fly with and everyone should be held accountable.

Almost everyone thought it was to bury the hatchet and accept the apology from the people who weren't doing their guarding duty properly, but let's just say it was a little bit of both. And yeah, so people wouldn't admit it as much but a bit of drama here and there would just net us more attendance, making public humiliation a more dangerous tool to call out people.

Don't get wrong, I also talk to people privately when they make mistakes but this was also sothing to send out a warning because it seed like my punishnt last ti wasn't enough.

So yeah, we started our eting normally like we would by having everyone involved give their reports.

Obviously, things were going fine, and officially introducing everyone else went off without a hitch, but when it ca to addressing the first elephant in the room, the place couldn't be more quiet as I took to the stage:

"Alright, I've said it before and I said it again: do your fucking jobs because your life and your loved ones' lives literally depend upon it, and there should be no excuses whatsoever.

I'm aware none of you could rember a few thousand nas at a ti but I'm also aware that the wake-up call I put you through opened your eyes and I have witnesses that told you all were doing your best so that's that."

"..."

"Trust , I'll fucking send all of you to where Morales and his group are just to prove a point because if guarding the empty road while your family's outside fucking scared ya, you'd be shitting your pants at what they're facing on a daily basis. You've all been too comfortable and have gotten complacent about everything that's been going on but we're still far from getting to that stage.

Getting scared as shit for having your family outside our walls is proof of that."

As I said that, everyone was quiet and the people I was referring to were either looking down in sha or were nodding in agreent as a response to my words. They knew they made a mistake, they knew they fucked up. They received their punishnts and paid their dues so now they were all starting fresh—even if so of them were demoted or were put in a different job entirely.

In the end, what mattered was that they were held accountable and they recognized that.

As I said earlier, it's not like I threw them and their loved ones to the wolves but correcting a mistake that could've gone a lot worse if left unchecked. I wasn't saying I'm perfect in every regard and wasn't prone to committing mistakes but if one bore witness to it, they should be aware and brave enough to call it out and make the other person or persons involved see it as they saw it.

Then again, ti to address the second elephant in the room:

"But yeah, while we're on this topic… This one other thing I'd like to shed light on but not as severe as the first one should still be addressed before people get used to it.

You've been pretty shaless doing this type of thing to our hospital staff so I'm gonna be pretty shaless as well to call all of you out— No, no, no one fucking leaves this place until I'm done, that's why there are guards posted on the doors.

Yes, yeah— I'm talking about you, Danielle Francisco, 32 years old, admitted on the fourth floor on the right wing who scraped her knee and has been living in the sa fucking room for two weeks now with full benefits. SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"

She quickly backpedaled and went for a hail mary, "I-I was just— I was just going to the bathroom—"

I just gave her a fake smile as everyone started to whisper among themselves:

"You can wait— Even better, from the ti we were holding this eting, like your sleazy-ass husband, Uriel Francisco, 34 years old, who had the audacity to have our nurses do his slly fucking, yellowy-ass, bag of laundry for him even though he just checked in for a cough and asked to get admitted, we've since cleared up your rooms and prepared you for discharge.

And with the two weeks you used to laze around doing nothing, we've been in your house—where your other friends who decided to admit themselves here for so bullshit reason as well were living in—and took away so luxury items you've been keeping to give to our nurses who—"

"Y-YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU CAN'T JUST—"

I cut her off, "Bitch, I just did. And if I rember correctly, you can't just do what you did either. You can visit the hospital if you have anything worth checking and they'll treat you and have you admitted for free—the whole shebang—but they're not responsible for babysitting your lazy asses just because you felt like it.

So yeah, aside from you two, the following nas I'd say out loud would incur penalties appropriate for the shit they did and a repeat of this offense would incur more penalties right until we send you to the fucking Gulag— not a labor camp per se, but you'd wish you've been earning your keep the sa way as those people you tried to get ahead of by dirty ans."