We were still a few municipalities away from reaching Jessica's place, which was smack-dab in an airport where a good chunk of it was surrounded by the Sacobia and the Pasig-Potrero River, though they've already branched out to the useable farms in the area and the gated community they reclaimed for themselves.
They weren't as far-reaching compared to me or even compared to Mauricio but they were a tight-knit group of 300 or so people who were growing in power slowly but surely.
In any case, their fighters should also be thinning the herd not only in their territories but all around the area to further reduce the oncoming threats because we were a city or so away and we were doing their jobs for them.
But yeah, the place we were in was technically closer to Mauricio's area but it wouldn't hurt to take care of their neighbor's shit from time to time.
It's just that we couldn't figure out which date these deadheads came to life because all of them were in varying stages of decay and some of them were even wearing their name tags from the place they worked at or still had their things on them when they got infected—like this particular businessman whose hands were still tightly gripping on his bloody briefcase.
After quickly ending its life, I didn't even care what was on his briefcase but the next target I had to put down was a little special.
Not only were its arms covered by thick books secured by duct tape, but it also had several layers of clothing visible from the hunter's vest it had on. However, it seemed to have succumbed to multiple gunshot wounds because even if it had bitemarks all over its face, there were circular marks of now-dried blood on these holes in its clothing where I assumed it bled to death.
It was easy enough for my blade to make its way through its head but I did have to mark off its particularly standing out "tacticool" backpack that even had all the stickers and patches on it.
I would've loved to see its contents right now but we still had several dozen deadheads to go.
But after a dozen minutes or so, I was ignoring the stares of the cadets and the trainees whom I tasked to clean up our mess while I was going through the same backpack and a few others.
"FUCK YEAH!"
The first thing I pulled out from its pack was a Glock 26 and a .38 Special revolver but from the box of 5.56s I also uncovered inside, it seemed like we were missing a rifle of some sort. However, his bag also had a good fixed-blade knife, some MREs, a flashlight, a fleshlight, a pair of socks, batteries, a two-way radio, and a few bottles of water.
Aside from that, his bag was still in good condition though it should be run through the washer first and its bling should be taken off because it was that eye-catching.
But yeah, it would spell trouble if the person who had it was traveling alone but a few stickers and whatnot wouldn't matter from a group such as us. Of course, it was best to limit what sort of information another person could glean from our accessories though it would always depend on the situation.
'If the person was trying to be bait by acting like an idiot for example...'
In any case, there was never a shot fired but after a while, Marvin and Seb did manage to uncover a few hard drives from the LTO office by the corner while Brian and JP—who seemed to be cool at the moment—managed to siphon a bit more fuel from the cars all around.
Megan and Alexa did spot a few things that went by the boys which were a purse that contained a small snub-nosed revolver and a few working phones that just needed a charge.
Carlo and Ruben scratched the side of their heads, "What good would phones do at this point?"
'Electronic parts are just as useful in the right hands...'
Alexa answered, "Even now, people still carry their phones to get pictures or videos and we could gather a bit of info from those instead. People post anything to social media and this is just our way to find some juicy info—"
"Then no."
"Why?!"
"Get used to your shit first. That's one of the reasons the Academy—no, probably why the whole military just let you stick to a set... so you could master it first."
"B-But where did our conversations of having a backup go?"
"I'd be on the losing end if you trade that revolver for mine—"
"The purse had a couple of condoms inside it too though?"
I almost choked from the sudden proposition, "You—"
Alexa then elbowed Megan, "Megan! No! That's—"
Megan hissed at Alexa before looking at her like an idiot, "What? We're just discussing options? How about it? See? Two— Ah, no chance in hell these would fit—"
"Megan!"
"What?! I'm right here and you keep shouting my name! Do you think these would fit his cock?! WE barely fit him! I pity this girl's BF though or she just had a really shallow puss—"
"MEGAN!" Alexa shouted once again but this time, Kaley joined in as they were this close to beating her up.
Ignoring Tatiana and Quinn's cackle from my Raptor, I had to lightly smack Megan in the head—for being a little too horny while we were on the road—and Tatiana whom she probably got the idea of being too open with her sexual advances.
"What did I do?!"
"You're teaching a new generation of things that you always do to me! It's your fault!"
"Tsk! How is it wrong to ask for sex?!"
"Not while working!"
"Ah..."
In any case, I did hand over the .38 special to her in exchange for the .22 revolver but since she didn't have a proper holster for it and it really was supposed to be a backup gun, it simply landed in her pack which was jealously eyed by everyone else's.
For some reason, having an extra gun or simply finding it in the wild was like an achievement for everyone and almost all the boys were hitting their heads on the Raycolt for missing such a find.