Demon Lord's Reincarnation

To give a short description of what the airport looked like, the whole length of just the runway was around 9000ft(2743.2m). It didn't even include the dimensions of the building we were in—which was designed to hold at least 100,000 passengers, the aviation schools, the multiple hangars, and the huge-ass parking space for planes and other land vehicles alike.

But yeah, the first batch of the dead we decimated with several barrels of napalm came from the right side—where a single ship had docked and where Mitch and his group would be coming from—but a few hundred were still coming from the other end.

It was because this building was closer to this end than the other, but the sprinters and the ferals in that cluster had already advanced way past the halfway point though our bullets were still faster.

Returning to our main loadout, Kaley and I joined the group that was picking off anything that wasn't hit by Bogdan's nasty surprise, though this huge boon had a little disadvantage and it was called reduced visibility.

Not only was the smoke and fire making it hard to see whether the undead we were aiming at were truly dead, but the strong winds that blew past us just made identifying which rotting dome we should aim for.

Napalm was the better choice compared to Molotov cocktails, obviously, but with a guy like me who preferred everything to be fucking precise, my best-case scenario was to just fly away with our Chinooks and drop them down when they were all in one big spot.

"MAJOR! THE CHINOOKS ARE STILL ON STAND-BY—"

"FUCK THAT SHIT, CAN'T YOU SEE THE SMOKE COMING FROM THAT SIDE?! THEY'RE COMING! WE JUST NEED TO HOLD OUT A BIT MORE!"

"IS THAT ALL THE NAPALM YOU HAD?!"

"YEAH! THAT'S ALL I COULD MAKE LAST NIGHT! SHIT'S EXPENSIVE!"

"I'LL HOOK YOU UP LATER! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE—"

"I MADE SOME PIPE BOMBS TOO—"

"FUCK YEAH! GIMME A BUNCH! THERE'S EVEN DYNAMITE! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

As chaos was ensuing, it seemed like everyone had forgotten that the building we were in had also deadheads waiting for their hostages to try to make a break for it, but since there was new meat on the table—in our case, the roof—it didn't take long before we had visitors came in from both ends of the fire exits and from the roof access door.

I only needed to give my group a simple glance before they figured out what I was about to order them to do—except for Quinn, of course, who was now back to using her borrowed AK—so I just dragged her with me to one end of the fire exit while the rest tried to plug the other.

Obviously, we had other soldiers who had the same idea, but I just made them plug the roof access instead of joining us in our melee.

However, there's no chance in hell several deadheads could get past me with my blade in hand if they were to try and do it one at a time.

The tight space provided by the fire exit's staircase made it all possible, so Quinn just got more familiar with the AK platform as she magdumped the cluster at the very bottom to somehow make my life easier. At the same time, Kaley was right by the edge of the roof and picking off anything that exhibited unusual behavior.

"DON'T JUST HOLD ONTO THE TRIGGER! DO IT IN BURSTS— SINGLES EVEN!"

"HAAH?!"

"YOU'RE USING BULLETS LIKE THEY FALL FROM THE SKY! DON'T JUST AIM AT AN AREA, YOU'RE HITTING THEM BUT YOU'RE NOT KILLING THEM! FLIP THE SELECT-FIRE SWITCH TO SEMI-AUTO—"

"GOT IT! THEY'RE STILL MOVING AROUND THOUGH!"

"IT'D BE TOO DAMN EASY IF THEY WEREN'T! THAT'S LIFE!"

"FUCK YOU! I'M HELPING!"

"NOT AS MUCH AS YOU THINK!"

"THEN SWITCH PLACES WITH ME!"

"THEN DON YOUR FUCKING GLOVES!"

"BET!"

Even if Quinn was still armed with our extra AKs, she'd rather bash skulls with her halberd/polearm hybrid as she took her whole getup with us. She only needed to put on her mechanical gloves without the fucking exo-suit, but I wouldn't just feed the bearer of my firstborn, potentially, to the wolves.

With my rifle in hand, a 5.56 cartridge easily bored through a deadhead's skull with each trigger pull, and I even had plenty of time to aim at the ones coming from the other side of the runway before reloading and making a mess of the ones clogging the fire exit.

But yeah, I was making sure that Quinn had a face to smash in by letting them in a couple of steps at a time—which was just the right timing for each of her murderous swings that could probably fell a tree with one swipe.

And with two magazines empty, I swiftly put on a fresh mag, but this time, I pulled on my rifle's strap to fasten it on my body before pulling out my TX22 which was something I should've used from the moment we switched sides.

In essence, taking on a few hundred deadheads was dangerous as fuck but it was a fucking cakewalk when they were lining up to face you.

And to add insult to injury, it didn't take long before the bulk of our forces coming from our ships got into the airport with their land vehicles, and our little excursion ended faster than we thought.

'That's the Marines for ya…'

The only places we could hear gunshots were from the wharf and the highway Mitch's group was guarding, but everyone here was already piling corpses onto mountains and setting them on fire.

We did most of the work when we landed on the roof, so we let everyone else do their own share by clearing the whole area from the undead.

It was a weird feeling for things to go this easy and without much planning, but that was what a group trained to do just this, or at least a version of it, were capable of doing.

Funnily enough, it'd be a different story if we made them switch jobs with our cooks while we arm our cooks with high-powered rifles because it'll be like Michael Jackson auditioning for the UFC and Mike Tyson auditioning to be a figure skater.

People had different set of skills or a specialization, like one might say, and being a jack of all trades was just making it a little weird for me.

I was used to doing everything by myself and conditioning everyone to do the same or simply function on their own but what I witnessed right now was a group of people that were actually right for the job.

Granted they might have other skills unrelated to violence but they knew the assignment and delivered on it many times over.

But yeah, I was making sure that everyone was also picking up the cases they used themselves but it was now my turn to talk to the people stranded in the main building of this airport because all they heard from the storeroom they locked themselves in was a ton of gunshots and several explosions.

"The other group has locked themselves in the suites, right?"

"Yeah, but the biggest group is here."

"You tried talking to them, yet?"

"We did but… They really do want someone local with a leadership position… and they're still very paranoid."

"Alright… Thanks, Sioson."

"Anytime."

So yeah, I made my way to the door of the supposed storeroom and knocked with one knuckle so as to not startle them:

"YOOOO~ IT'S YA BOI~~~"

"We cleared the whole place and everything! It's safe to come out! Hello?"

"This is the representative of the Philippine Government and the US Navy and we're informing you that we have just cleared the airport of the dead and it's now free to head out! We have several outposts surrounding Subic and we're turning this airport into one very shortly. We need all the cooperation we can get. Please, open up…"

"We have foooood~"

Experience tales with m_vl_em_p_yr

"Klondike Bar?"

"I might say other things adults would definitely go for but you might've kids over there so I'm being extra careful. And with that in mind, we have doctors in the Marine Base and if any of you have any injuries or any condition that needs treatment, especially the young ones o the older folks, our doctors could take a look at them."

Nothing. I tried everything that worked before but even my membership card for Costco didn't work.

But yeah, I can't believe this fucks were ignoring me after shooing Sioson away, but they'd be the dumbest creatures in the world if they think they could win against me with the cold shoulder method.

However, it's just that this storeroom of sorts didn't only have food in place, but also everything else that the airport could offer, and I was hearing quite a few suspicious noises like they were building something or hauling more shit to block the only door.

Sioson tapped me from behind, "No luck?"

"Is this the only entrance?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Then we make one."

"Sure— Huh?! Wut?"