Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 114: What Belongs To Hattie

Chapter 114: What Belongs To Hattie

"Something I might regret?" repeated Tank, his head cocked to the side as he studied the man sitting in front of him.

Could he really trust him? Really? Or was this just another act? Would Bishop be the next one to stab him in the back? He didn’t see it coming from Ghost, so who knows what was going on in Bishop’s heart.

"I already did that," continued Tank, clenching his fists behind his back as he subtly shifted his weight from side to side. "I trusted Ghost, and now Hattie is gone. I regret that. Maybe I should also stop trusting you if I really want to make sure that I have no regrets."

Bishop looked at Dante, his eyes wide as if silently asking how he was planning on dealing with this shit, but Dante simply shrugged his shoulders. "I get where he is coming from. But the regret is not just on his shoulders. I should have also known better than to trust anyone with something so precious like Hattie."

"You know you both sound absolutely obsessed with her, right?" pointed out Bishop. As Dante’s friend as well as his second in command, it was his responsibility to tell Dante when he was wrong.

And going on a witch hunt because one of their own had done something that Dante didn’t approve of was the perfect example of that.

"And?" chuckled Dante, leaning back in his chair as he stared at his second. "I don’t see anything wrong with that."

"Which in and of itself is a problem," sighed Bishop. Having the same conversation over and over again was starting to wear on his patience. "Did you ever think that Ghost saw your obsession as a threat against you and decided to take care of the threat?"

The sound coming out of Tank was inhuman, and before Bishop could react, a sharp knife was resting against his throat, right under his jawline. If he so much as swallowed, the blade would easily slice off his Adam’s apple.

"You spent time with Hattie," murmured Tank softly, leaning forward until his chin was almost resting on Bishop’s shoulder. "For a while, I thought you might even be competition. But now you think she is a threat?"

Tank chuckled softly, causing the hairs on Bishop’s arms to rise as the man begged Dante soundlessly to call off Tank.

Even if Bishop wanted to refute Tank, he couldn’t. Not without slitting his own throat.

"Tank," grunted Dante, a slight smirk on his face. "Stand down."

Tank studied Dante for a second before obeying the order. However, the damage had been done; any trust he had in Bishop was gone.

"Whatever your opinion on Hattie is, I suggest that you keep it to yourself," sighed Dante as he looked at his second in command. "When she comes back, and she will come back, Tank will settle down. Until then, maybe just avoid him."

Bishop stared at Dante like he had lost his mind. "Sure, Boss," he answered after another minute. He didn’t bother to refute the statement that Hattie would return, nor did he argue anymore. From now on, he would just keep his mouth shut and be done with it all.

Maybe the wound that Hattie created would be healed in time, and everything would go back to the way it was before.

Sending up a prayer to Heaven, Bishop rose to his feet and, after nodding to Dante, turned around and left the room.

"I don’t trust him," growled Tank, starting to pace back and forth inside the office. "I say I just kill everyone now, and we can find a whole new crew. Maybe outsiders would be more grateful for what they have rather than these men."

"There is no point in trusting or not trusting Bishop," shrugged Dante, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. "We can work with him, even with the bond between us frayed. But for our men, I think it is time to give them a dose of reality."

Tank stopped, cocking his head to the side. "You have a plan?"

"I always have a plan," assured Dante, a smirk on his face. "Divide all the men into teams of no more than ten. Get a schedule going, and send teams out for supplies."

"Supplies?" repeated Tank, his eyes narrowing as he thought things through. Plans were not typically his strong suit, so he wasn’t sure what Dante was trying to accomplish.

"We need the perimeter guarded around the clock, but everyone else should get a taste of the new world. Besides, our supplies aren’t going to last forever, especially when the bleeding hearts of our family decide to take in strangers."

Dante rose to his feet, circling his desk until he was leaning against the front of it. "If they have so much time to stick their nose into our business, then let’s give them something else to worry about."

Tank nodded his head and was about to follow the order when he suddenly turned around and faced Dante. "Do you believe what you said? That Hattie will come back to us?"

"I believe that once we have met the people we need to meet and have made this place safe for her, Hattie will return for us. Whatever Antoine did to her, it was so bad that he is certain that it killed her. They sent her to someone who could heal her. We have to have faith."

"They?" mused Tank, "You have the voices in your head, too?"

Dante hummed as he nodded his head. "Pride," he announced, holding his chin up high with pride. "When the time comes, he and I will merge. You?"

"No idea," shrugged Tank, his eyes flashing orange for a moment before going back to normal. "But whoever is in my head, we have already merged." The smile on his face was enough to terrify a lesser man.

Thankfully, Dante wasn’t a lesser man.

"Then you and I have nothing to worry about. But before Hattie comes back, we have to find Luca LeBlanc. He is the key to bringing her back."

"Luca LeBlanc?" murmured Tank, nodding his head. "Understood. I’ll do what I can."

"But you cannot leave the Lair," announced Dante. "You are the only other person I trust besides myself. I will not leave this base weak and allow someone to take what is Hattie’s."

"Understood."