Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 262: Sooner Than You Thought

The moment we started walking forward, it was like the rats came out of the woodwork. "Interesting way of handling the Z-Pack," called out one of the men, waving his hand to catch our attention.

He and the rest of the men around him were wearing matching gear with black bulletproof vests, black cargo pants, black shirts, and a helmet. "Why are all the humans always dressed the same?" I asked, my voice low enough that only Luca and Tank could hear me.

The two of them burst out laughing, startling the men approaching us. "Maybe cause out here, everyone had been preparing for the zombie apocalypse a hundred years before it actually came. They probably came in their jeans when it actually happened, and they could go out dressed like badasses," replied Tank, his eyes gleaming with challenge as he stared down the leader.

"Vraiment," purred Désiré. "I could see that. Alicia was de same way when we first met. Den again, I guess she saw it comin’."

"Not quite," called out the man, his hands gripping the butt of his gun a bit tighter. But there was no other sign of aggression coming from him, so maybe this was just a friendly invite? I mean, who doesn’t try to kill a stranger now and again? "We are all from the outpost here before the shit hit the fan. This was our daily uniform."

"Poor you," replied Luca. "At least we were able to change out of our uniforms when the zombies came."

"You served?" asked one of dozens of men who were slowly trying to surround us. "What branch?"

"None," replied Luca. He exchanged a look with Dante before leaving me and walking to where the other man stood. I guess he was our official leader right now.

"He was a police officer," whispered Dante as he took Luca’s place behind me. "They have more in common than a mafia leader."

Nodding my head in understanding, I let out a bit of a yawn and got comfortable against Dante’s chest. "Let me know if anything interesting happens."

"What’s your definition of interesting?" murmured Tank as he looked over at me and stroked my cheek. I had noticed that the guys were starting to get a bit more handsy with me after our vacation... like they were trying to desensitize me to touch.

Or at least their touch.

However, I was basking in the small displays of affection, so I wasn’t about to complain.

"At least one severed limb or death," I replied, a sleepy smile on my face. "And to get home, we just need to go through any door. It’s convenient to have a house that will move with us. At least I don’t have to worry about sleeping on the ground.

"Understood," whispered Tank, kissing me on the forehead before leaving me with Dante. "I’ll see what I can do to make life more interesting for you." freёweɓnovel.com

"You’re the best," I replied, my eyes already closed.

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"Don’t recognize you. You new around here?" Luca crossed his arms in front of his chest as he stared at the man in front of him. He appeared to be the leader, but the way he was acting, at most, he was a second in command or a captain of a unit.

No, he was the cannon fodder sent out to judge the situation. The poor bastard just didn’t know it yet.

"Nope," replied Luca with a smile. "Not our fault you don’t recognize us."

The man seemed taken aback by his answer, and Luca didn’t bother to hide the smile appearing on his face.

"Hell of a fight," started the leader, trying to get the conversation back on track. "Most people don’t make it this far." Unfortunately for him, his words sounded more like a script read by a telemarketer than someone wanting to have an actual conversation.

But like a telemarketer, he must have an ending already planned; Luca just didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t see it.

"Wasn’t much of a fight," shrugged Luca, refusing to play whatever game was planned. "One of us alone could have dealt with the Z-pack; the rest of us were just bored and wanted to play."

Luca would have to file away the name the man had called the zombies. A Z-pack. Not a horde or anything like that, but a pack. Maybe Dante wasn’t that far off with what he saw in the creature’s heads.

Not getting what he wanted out of Luca, Gideon "Grim" Mercier scanned the people in front of him. Each one of the nine men had an aura around them of a violent killer to the point where Grim could practically taste the blood coming off them.

However, only five of them seemed to fit together while there were two others that formed a group and then another two single men. At least that would make his life easier. If they were that fractured, then it would be easy to break them up.

He just needed to find the reason why they were all together.

"And who do we have here?" asked Gideon as he finally caught sight of what everyone was hiding. "You don’t have to be scared. I promise we won’t hurt you, Sweetheart. The guns are just to make sure that no one hurts us first."

Hearing the low growl from multiple men in front of him, Gideon fought back the smile. Bingo. He now figured out the exact weakness of the men, and he wasn’t scared to use it. If he could just get the girl on his side, then the rest would easily fall in line.

Then Alistar wouldn’t have to worry about them acting up; they would be nothing but obedient little puppies...ready to be let loose on behalf of the Blackguard.

"Sorry," murmured Gideon, dropping his head as if he was worried about the grumbling of the men in front of him. "But it’s going to be night soon. We should get back to the base before that Z-pack comes back. The things they could do to your daughter would absolutely terrify you."

"Does that mean you’ll protect me?" asked the sweetest voice Gideon had ever heard. The words seeped into his skin until all he wanted to do was listen to her.

"I’ll protect you until my dying breath," he promised, the words being pulled out of him... and not necessarily against his will.

"If you keep this up, your dying breath is going to be a lot sooner than you thought."