Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 154: Nothing Would Stop Him

Chapter 154: Nothing Would Stop Him

Dimitri’s head shot up as he plunged his hand into the chest of the man who was trying to kill him. It was a valent, almost noble attempt, but it was like an ant trying to take on a lion.

So pointless it was laughable.

"Fuck this place," snarled Wrath, the demon he was currently sharing a body with. On a scale of one to what the fuck... it was at a solid five. In fact, it was almost a relief to have the demon inside him. "Stop going East and go North," he continued.

With Dimitri somewhat distracted, he wasn’t that surprised when his other fist seemed to have a mind of its own and ripped out the throat of a man who was trying to sneak up behind him.

See, having a demon possess your body was more of a benefit than most people would think it was. He never had to be worried about being jumped from behind... Wrath could sense where everyone was without even bothering to look.

"I’ll take to Luca," shrugged Dimitri as he pulled both hands back. Flicking off the blood and muscle fiber that was clinging to the metal on his skin, he sauntered over to where Luca was watching the Sins take down yet another group of survivors.

This one was a bit more than a half assed camp with bonfires and tents. It had everything it needed to become a real threat in the near future. Too bad it stood in Luca’s way.

"We’re going in the wrong direction," chuckled Dimitri as he rested his elbow on Luca’s shoulder. He cringed slightly when Désiré gripped a woman’s face in his hands and blew fire into her mouth, causing her to burn from the inside out.

Oh well... what could he say? Love burns sometimes... and she was practically trying to give Désiré a lap dance when the Sins first walked into the compound.

"Want to try that again?" asked Luca, glancing over at Dimitri. "And speak properly."

"Naw," chuckled Dimitri. "Wrath be too good ta speak like a swamp rat. But he naw wrong. Something be calling me to City B. An I donna mind goin’ by meself ."

Luca raised an eyebrow and studied the man beside him. It was clear that his brother was currently in control of the body, but Luca worried that Wrath was too strong. It would kill him inside for Dimitri to be killed simply so the demon could have his meat sack.

Dimitri let out a long sigh that was definitely not his own before rolling his eyes. "My Little Bird is North of here. But I can’t pinpoint it any further than that."

"Your Little Bird?" sneered Luca as the screams of people continued to get louder and louder as the other four men continued to have their fun. But he wasn’t going to stop burning the world down simply so Wrath could find someone to fuck.

"He be meanin’ Kitten," purred Dimitri, the look on his face the same one as when Wrath had taken over. In fact, it had gotten to the point in just the last day that Luca couldn’t tell between the demon and the man without the accent.

Then it hit him just what Dimitri had said. "Hattie is back?!?" he demanded, gripping Dimitri’s shirt as he pulled him closer. "Don’t fuck with me, brother. Is Hattie back?"

"Hattie’s back," chuckled Dimitri. "And she’s a callin’."

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Tank strolled into Dante’s office, interrupting whatever bullshit meeting Bishop had called. Ever since his little Lamb had disappeared, the relationship between him and Bishop had completely fallen apart.

The man didn’t even bother to be polite to him, let alone say two words in greeting. "You aren’t welcome here," snarled Bishop as he rose to his feet, his gun out. "Get the fuck out, and maybe I won’t send your soul back to hell."

The beast inside Tank simply chuckled and shook its head at the threat, not taking it seriously at all. If Bishop wanted to kill him, he needed permission from Dante to do it. And everyone in the room knew that that wasn’t going to happen.

"What’s up?" asked Dante from where he sat behind his desk.

"I need to leave for a while," shrugged Tank as he smirked at Bishop before turning his attention back to the boss.

"Where and why?" asked Dante, pinching the bridge of his nose. The Family was taking on more and more with each passing hour, and Dante needed Tank beside him. He was the only one in this entire organization that he completely trusted...

And that included Bishop.

"Not for little ears," replied Tank, the smile on his face only serving to piss Bishop off even more.

"Fuck you," he snarled, pressing the muzzle of the gun against the center of Tank’s forehead. "I am sick and tired of you going off like a half rabid dog. Hattie died; now get over it. It hurts me, too, but it is done. Killing all these random people aren’t going to bring her back."

"If I’m a rabid dog, don’t forget who holds my leash," shrugged Tank. Gripping the barrel of the gun, he forced his fire into it, causing the metal to melt around his hand. Tipping his head to the side when the fire touched the bullet, he didn’t even flinch as it brushed by his cheek before being embedded into the wall behind him.

"Tank," sighed Dante. "This is getting us nowhere, and we don’t have enough guns for you to melt them like that."

Tank shrugged his shoulders and held up his hands in surrender. "Woof," he smirked. "I’m heading out in the next ten minutes. If you’re smart, you’ll come too..."

Spinning around, Tank strolled out of Dante’s office, whistling an upbeat tune.

The beast inside him had smelt Hattie the moment she returned, and he was chomping at the bit to go to her side. It didn’t matter to him if Dante would let him go or not. His heart had returned, and nothing was going to stop him from seeing her.