Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 289: Weapons

Tank and I were waiting in the middle of the room for Eric to finish, and I was starting to get tired. It had already been a long day, and I was more than ready for bed.

"You’ll get to sleep soon enough," murmured Eric as he pulled me into his arms. I was so tired that I didn’t actually bother to fight his hold. Instead, I nodded my head and leaned more fully against his chest as he walked us to the second checkpoint.

Just like at the gates, the door opened just enough for us to go through single file, and the second we were all through, the doors slammed behind us, locking us into another room.

This one was more like an interview room with a balcony at each corner. Two men, a sniper, and a spotter, stood on each balcony, their eyes all trained on us.

"Ronan would be bitching," I murmured softly, and Tank sneezed out a laugh. "What’s the point of being a sniper if you couldn’t do it lying down?"

"You are familiar with how snipers think?" asked a man coming out of a set of doors. Walking over to the table, he sat down on one side and waved his hand to indicate the two chairs in front of him.

"No," I replied, taking the chair Eric held out for me. "But I know how Ronan thinks."

"And he was a sniper?"

"Yup," I replied. I wasn’t about to correct him, but I could feel my anxiety rising at the word ’was’. I hated even the slightest hint that one of my guys might be dead.

"My name is Jonas Vexler, and I am the second in command when it comes to the safety and security of the Sanctuary," the man introduced himself. He might be brisk, but I felt myself calming down around him.

"Eric," smiled the man beside me, reaching forward to shake hands with Jonas. "And this is my wife, Lucy."

"Eric," nodded Jonas. "We met a long time ago. I didn’t know you were married."

"It was a whirlwind romance," smiled Eric, taking control of the conversation. "The second I saw her, I knew that she had to be mine. I mean, she is absolutely perfect in every way."

"No one is perfect," chuckled Jonas as he leaned back in his chair. "You can ask my five ex-wives about that. When the romance wears off, you’ll wonder what you ever saw in her."

I stiffened under his scrutiny but didn’t bother to reply. I mean, the man had a point. If I had learned nothing from dealing with people, it would be that the face they showed everyone was not their true self. Only an idiot wouldn’t bother to look under the surface.

"Eric isn’t an idiot," I said, looking at the man. "But I agree, nobody is who they seem on the surface."

"Huh," mused the soldier. "I thought you would take offense to that."

"Why?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. "When the apocalypse started, I was 18 but looked like I was 13. I got to meet a wide variety of people before Eric came around."

"Oh," prompted Jonas, almost falling forward. His elbows were braced against the table as he stared at me. "Was that before or after you picked up your dog?"

"I met Tank a month or so into the apocalypse. I had been taken by three brothers..." I started before trailing off. I wondered how Elizabeth was making out... and Sunny... her three-year death clause would have expired by now... was she still living?

"Anyways, when the killer clowns killed them off, I left and found Tank." The Hellhound in question laid his head on my lap, and I absently ran his fingers through his fur.

"Do you think there are more dogs like Tank? Have you come across any more dogs like him?"

Cocking my head to the side, I couldn’t help but sigh. "You should be less obvious," I said, looking at Jonas with disappointment. "Even if you did somehow manage to get Tank away from me, he will kill you before you can take him anywhere."

Jonas just smiled tightly and resumed his nonchalant pose. "This is the security checkpoint," he announced a bright smile on his face. "It’s where I tell you the rules, and you leave any weapons on this table. If you fail to give me your weapons, they will be immediately taken from you, and you will be thrown out."

I looked over at Eric, and he was still smiling. Taking my hand in his, he nodded to Jonas. "I would expect nothing less," he assured the other man. Kissing the top of my hand, he let it go just long enough to grab a gun from the small of his back and a knife from his boot.

Laying the two weapons on the table, both men turned to look at me.

"What?" I asked, confused. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Weapons," reminded Jonas, pointing to Eric’s. "I need your weapons."

"I don’t have any," I replied, shrugging my shoulder. Looking around, I realized that I didn’t even know where I had put my backpack.

Tank let out a huff and lifted up the bag between his teeth. "You are so perfect," I purred at him. "I don’t even remember where I had left it."

Rolling his eyes, Tank placed the bag at my feet and went back to where he was sitting before.

"See," I announced, opening my bad. There must have been close to 200 lollypops in it, and that was all. "No weapons."

"You can’t expect me to believe that," sputtered Jonas, looking shocked as he reached out to drag my bag over to his side for a better inspection. "No one can survive in this world without weapons."

Both Tank and I let out a soft growl as soon as Jonas touched the bag. "I don’t need weapons," I hissed at him, pulling the bag to my chest. "I have Tank."

As if to prove my point, Tank growled at Jonas low, showing off all his pretty white teeth. "No one is getting to me," I continued, pulling out a lollypop and sticking it in my mouth. "And no one is touching my candy."