Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 110: Triumphant

Chapter 110: Triumphant

With a serious gaze of my own, I let the smile on my face drop. "Even if no one else in this world could do it, I can make your wish come true; I promise you that." Placing my smile back on my face, I cocked my head to the side. "I’m your own personal genie in a bottle."

"Then I should have wished for more," sighed Silent But Deadly, throwing me back across the pit like he was throwing a baseball. "I have a long list of wishes."

Shaking my head from where it managed to put a new indent into the cement wall behind me, I raced back to Silent, a huge smile on my face. If this was an actual fight, there was no way I would use this tactic, but right now, everything was more for fun than it was for death.

Although death could be fun, too, I guess.

"Go ahead," I smiled at him as he flipped me onto my back. Straddling me, he used his body to shield me from the audience as he ’rained’ blows down on my face in rapid succession. He made sure that one out of every ten punches landed, but otherwise, he was simply pounding the ground. "I’m all ears."

There was a look of rage and sorrow on Silent’s face as he continued to get out his anger on the earth beneath me. "I wish that whoever came up with that fucking vaccine to die a horrible death," he started, and I quickly nodded.

"Done," I assured him as soon as I got the okay from the woman inside me. "How does ’being torn apart by zombies for 500’ sound?"

"Fitting," he grunted, a slight smile on his face. His shoulders dropped a little as the stress in his body started to disappear. "I wish for the Alpha in charge of Camp Hell to die a horrible, horrible death. But I want him to have everything he ever wanted in his hands before that death comes."

"Done," I smiled. While my inner voice had accepted the third deal, I couldn’t help but wonder just what this wish would have in store for the Alph. A big part of me wanted to be a fly on the wall when he finally got his retribution.

"Fourth," grunted Silent as he flipped over my head so that I was now straddling him. I copied his movements but made sure that every one of my punches would hit him. It was definitely a case of ’this hurts me more than it hurts you’ deal since my hands were starting to throb.

"I wish for plagues and famines and deaths to come to those watching us from the stands. I want them to also suffer horribly and die screaming."

"Done," I answered for the third time. I had no idea what he was giving up for each one of these wishes, and I was almost too scared to ask. After all, he was going to sacrifice his life at the end of this match.

The least I could do was grant him his wishes to make him rest easy.

"Last one," he smiled up at me as my fist connected with his cheekbone. "I promise."

"It doesn’t have to be," I replied, a bright smile on my own face, even as my knuckles started to split and my blood decorated Silent’s face. "I can keep going forever."

"I wish to be human before I die."

That wish tore me apart in a way that I wasn’t suspecting, and my punches started to falter for a second. It was enough for Silent to have to step in and save me, rolling me over so that I was on my stomach, facing the sands of the pit.

Grabbing my hair, he pulled me up and slammed my face into the ground over and over again. And yet, there was no impact at all.

"Can I add to that wish?" I asked when he pulled my hair up. Lifting my eyes, I saw him staring down at me like I was his only hope.

"Sure?" he murmured, pushing my face back down. This time, I made sure to go the extra half inch so that sand would cling to my skin when I was brought back up.

"I wish that not only will you become human before you die, but when you die, all your memories are erased. That way, no matter where you go when this all ends, you won’t be tortured by what you cannot forget."

It never really occurred to me what the zombies, both the smart and the stupid variety, were going through. Were they nothing more than mindless bodies driven by a need to consume flesh? Or did they retain a part of themselves that was disgusted by what they had come?

Great, now I was morally concerned about the zombies.

And I didn’t even have any fucking morals.

Clearly, the reavers understood everything going on around them, so this whole fuck up of a summer camp cannot be blamed on a good guy going bad. The Alpha had something coming to him, and I would make sure that it balanced out his sins.

"I’d like that," nodded Silent as he dropped his head to my shoulders. "Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me."

"Bite me," I said, trying to keep my eyes dry. I felt him stiffen for a moment and then shake his head. "Bite me; it’s my sacrifice for you to become human," I pushed.

Most of my wishes didn’t come with a sacrifice. Changing clothes, unlimited supplies, I could wish for the moon, and nothing would be taken from me.

But there were some things that meant too much to me, ones that I would make a blood sacrifice to make sure that they came true.

Ghost, having his tongue ripped out and dying miserably, was bought in exchange for my blood so that nothing could go wrong.

And now this. I would make sure that if there really were such a thing as reincarnation or rebirth, Silent But Deadly wouldn’t be weighed down by all the blood on his hands.

Tilting back his head, Silent let out a long roar, his triumph echoing around us loud and clear for anyone to hear.

However, no one but the two of us understood what he was so triumphant about.

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