Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 135: Daddy’s Home

Chapter 135: Daddy’s Home

I watched as the man in front of me stiffened, a low growl coming from his voice at the challenge in Wan Ying’s statement.

But then again, he didn’t mean what he had said, did he?

Was he really going to cook me up and serve me for dinner? Because Cher, I promise I won’t be going down easily. I’ll be a two bite brownie that sticks in your throat forever.

"She is a child," stated the man, shifting his weight so that he could cover me even better from the men around me. "We haven’t sunk that low yet. There is still food in the house."

"For how much longer?" croaked the old man, his voice as dry and brittle as paper. "Our supplies burnt down with the mansion, and there is nothing here but instant noodles to eat."

"Then we wait for light tomorrow and go out again," pleaded the man. "But we can’t sink that low. We aren’t there yet."

"If it is any consolation," I interjected, putting my hand on the back of the man. "Camp Hell has gone that low. Human flesh is a daily part of the fighter’s diet."

"See," sneered Wan Ying. "She is even volunteering for it. And about her being a kid? It just makes her all that much more tasty."

"If you want to have me for dinner, I don’t mind," I shrugged, knowing that it would never get that far. "But you are going to have to ask Daddy for permission first."

A thumping of a cane against the floor pulled my attention away from the crowd and back to the small of the second man’s back. He stood firmly between me and the old man. But they were his family, and I didn’t want to put him in a bad position.

Slipping around so that I could stand in front of him, I stared at the old man.

More than half of his body had been burnt beyond recognition, the damaged skin nothing more than a leathery covering that leaked blood in places where it was stretched too far. His fingers were thin, each joint easily standing out against the bones, but it wasn’t his looks that took me back the most.

The fire in his eyes didn’t seem like it belonged to his body. While the outside was clearly dying, the inside was alive and well, and it looked like he wanted to eat me.

The man I was trying to guard picked me up and spun me around so that, once again, I was hidden behind him. "Sir," he grunted, his arms held lightly out at his sides. "She is an innocent. We cannot kill her. I won’t allow it."

"You won’t allow it?" scoffed the old man, but instead of the papery voice he had spoken in before, this one seemed a bit different... stronger... but not by much. "And just who are you, Xian Wuying, to stand between me and what I want."

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst out coughing, like even those words were beyond what he could comfortably do. "Let me see her," demanded the old man, his voice a low growl that set him off in another round of coughs. "Now."

Seeing Xian Wuying stiffen again, I let out a sigh. Seriously, this man had only known me for a matter of minutes, and he was going to bat for me against his boss. The poor man wasn’t going to last long in this new world if he kept this up.

Ever so slowly, I walked around Xian Wuying until I was standing in front of him. "You asked to see me, Old man?" I said around the lolly-pop in my mouth. The men in the room seemed to have taken offense to my statement, if their intake of breath was any indication.

But I saw the smile in the old man’s eyes when I looked at him. "You haven’t changed a bit, Little Raven," he chuckled, his old liver-spotted hands gripping his cane even more. "I wondered when you were going to find me."

"Seeing as I wasn’t looking for you, it probably would have taken a while," I chuckled. He spoke as if he knew me, but there was no chance of that happening. I had never left the bayou, let alone O City, in my entire life. Clearly, he had me mistaken for someone else.

The Liu Haoyu looked me up and down, his eyes traveling over every inch of my body as if he had the right to. "You might not have known to look," he said, his voice coming out stronger than before. "But you still managed to find."

Before he could say anything else, there was a round of gunfire coming from the front of the house, and an angry roar soon followed. Moans of pain echoed around us, easily heard through the glass doors that separated us from the outside.

Unable to look away from the old man, I couldn’t help but smile. "You’re in trouble now," I chuckled, my tongue dancing around the lolly-pop as sugary goodness seemed to melt into me. "I told him not to take me."

Slamming his cane down, Liu Haoyu glared at the men around him. "What is going on!" he demanded, his eyes landing on Wan Ying.

"I don’t know," sputtered the man. He, too, looked around as if to find a scapegoat. "I told Xian Wuying not to take her. I told him to leave her at the mall, but he insisted."

I scoffed at his words, wondering if anyone was really going to believe that. Unfortunately for Xian Wuying, more than half of the men in the room nodded their heads in agreement.

More gunshots burst out as two men were thrown through the glass windows behind Wan Ying. Glass shattered everywhere, coating men with cuts and blood from pieces too small to be seen.

Dipping my head, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I really couldn’t be blamed if no one listened to me... right?

"What is going on!" roared the old man, clearly more energetic than he was before. See, a little chaos, a little threat; it was enough to make even the old young again.

"Oooh!" I squealed, holding up my hand as I bounced on the balls of my feet. "I know! I know! Pick me! Pick me!"

Ever so slowly, Liu Haoyu turned to look at me. "Yes, Little Raven? Will you tell me what is going on?"

"Daddy’s home!"