Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 291: Checkpoint Number Three

I nodded my head, and when Tank had gone through the paper, he nodded his, too.

Okay then, I guess I was going to have to figure out how to sign this. The only two words I knew how to write were ’Hattie LaRue’. And since that was not the name I was going with, I was sweating like a whore in church.

"Sign the bottom, please," pressed Jonas, handing a pen to Eric first.

Looking at him from the corner of my eyes, I saw him making a bunch of random swirls and lines on his paper.

Okay, I could do that, too.

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We were hurried out of the chamber, the barrels of the guns still trained on us as we walked through the third set of doors.

"You couldn’t read any of that, could you?" asked Eric as we sat down at the table in front of us. This was the first room that didn’t have a guard in it, and I let myself relax a bit.

"Nope," I replied with a shrug. "I also can’t write. Is that going to be a problem for our marriage going forward?"

"No," assured Eric, his face earnest as he looked at me. "May I ask..."

"I was sold to a man when I was 5," I answered point blank. "He refused to let me go to school and didn’t bother to teach me at home. I never learned. Thankfully, there isn’t a lot of shit that I have to read or sign in the apocalypse."

"Isn’t it required by law that you attend school?" asked my ’husband’, his face full of sympathy as he struggled to understand what I was saying.

Poor, innocent man.

"When you are trafficking a child," I said to him, ever so slowly so he could understand the words coming out of my mouth. "You don’t register them for school. I’m not sure if that is one of the written rules, or not, but it is a generally accepted one. Kids who have the freedom to go to school also have the freedom to tell an adult what is happening to them at home. It pretty much puts a whole kink in the trafficking thing."

Eric swallowed harshly before nodding his head. "What happened to the man who bought you?" he asked softly.

"I stuck a knife in his heart," I smiled back at him. "And then the clock struck, and the zombies came. Best day of my life."

"I would say so," announced a new voice, and I quickly realized that we were no longer alone in the room. Tank, realizing the same thing, let out a low growl as an older man approached the table.

He held the same files in one of his hands that Jonas had, but he held up his other hand to show that he was unarmed.

"My name is Elias Cross, and I am the head of the admission and administration department here at the New Dawn Sanctuary. My role in this third and final checkpoint is to get you all set up and your new life all in order."

I studied the man. His hair was streaked with silver, and his eyes seemed to have a twinkle in them like he didn’t take life too seriously. However, if he was that high up in this place, then I had to doubt that impression.

More than the cunt of a doctor, more than Jonas... this man was a threat.

Pulling out the chair across from us, Elias got comfortable. "And I am sure Commander Vexler has gone through all the rules with you, but I just wanted to double-check. Some people like to think that claiming ignorance of the rules is a great reason to break them; however, I assure you, that isn’t true."

I looked over at Eric, not sure what I was supposed to say, but Eric simply looked at Elias. "Are we supposed to register our marriage with you?" he asked bluntly.

Elias, not even surprised by that question, had already pulled out the paperwork. "Just sign here and here," he announced, looking over at me. "To the best of your ability, of course."

Fighting back the blush of embarrassment, I stiffly nodded.

"Perfect," sighed Elias as he tapped on the papers. "Now that is done, let’s move on to what you can do for us."

"I’ve done security work all my life," announced Eric, sitting back in his chair and wrapping his arm around mine. "But I can do pretty much anything."

"And you?" asked Elias, turning to me. "What do you think would suit you best?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

I kept my mouth shut as I thought about his question. "Security," I sighed after a few minutes.

Tank nodded his head in agreement with me and, once again, placed his head in my lap. "Is being a salted fish on the list of possible employment opportunities?" I asked, somewhat hopeful.

"I’m afraid not," smiled Elias kindly. "But I already have it on your application from the Captain of the front gate guards to give you a security placement. Apparently, your dog is really good at hunting down zombies?"

"Tank is really good at everything," I replied absently, scratching him behind his ear. "Especially ripping people apart."

"Lovely," purred the man in front of us as he gathered the paperwork together and placed it in the folder. "Then security will be the perfect place for him."

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"Any promising recruits?" asked Adam as he walked into Dr. Camille Hart’s office. He loved the way she startled when she first heard his voice.

The way her heart pounded like a little bunny who caught the attention of a big bad wolf always made him happy.

"No," she sighed, closing the folder in front of her. "They are pretty much all the same."

"Such a shame," purred Adam before he turned around and left her office. "Oh well, there is always tomorrow."

The moment the door closed behind him, Camille was on her feet, locking the door and pocketing the key. That man gave her the creeps, but when she had mentioned it to anyone else, they simply shook their heads.

Adam was nothing short of an icon here in New Dawn, and everyone fawned over him.

Letting out a long sigh, Camille went back to the files on her desk. Finding the one marked Lucy Knight, she placed it at the very bottom of the pile before filing it away.