Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 157: Stay Away From My Fucking Husband

Chapter 157: Stay Away From My Fucking Husband

"And you decide to tell me this all now?!?" demanded Dante, his smile long gone. He has so many plans to complete before bringing Hattie back to the Dragon’s Lair and proving that they could protect her.

Why the fuck hadn’t Tank told him sooner?!?!

Tank shrugged, not at all concerned with Dante’s reaction. Hell, the man was lucky, he had told him. It wasn’t his fault that he had a demon inside of him with a direct line to the most perfect creature in the world...

"I had to tie up a couple of things," replied Tank, a smug smile on his face. He had fed one of the traitors he had found to the little puppy in the basement, but Tank needed to make sure that no one else was going to stumble onto something they shouldn’t.

After changing out the locks on the interior door and the one leading to the outside, he told the guards still guarding it that no one was allowed to go inside.

When asked why, he simply told them that he had a zombie in the basement and he didn’t want it running loose.

The guards at the door laughed and laughed at his joke...

Huh... now that he was thinking about it, maybe he should have left a couple more meals for the poor creature. After all, he had no idea when he was coming back.

Meh, it wasn’t like a single puppy could create that much damage.

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"Say that again," demanded Marcus as he looked at the pale guard in front of him. "What happened?"

"Sir," sputtered the guard, looking around for someone to save him. "Yesterday, a pile of food appeared in this warehouse. It was easy enough to feed this city and more for an entire year, and we were all really, really happy about it. I told my commanding officer, and he put me in charge of guarding it."

"Yes, yes," replied Marcus, fighting to keep the ’kind’ smile on his face. "And then what happened?"

"I don’t know how it happened," continued the guard, shifting his weight back and forth. He really didn’t want to be the one to break the news to the Governor, but he was the lowest rank, so he had no choice.

"When I came in this morning to check on everything, almost 90% of the food had become rotten and completely inedible. There was no way to salvage any of it."

"How did only 90% of the food become rotten, but you had to throw it all out?" demanded Marcus, the grip he had on his temper slipping just a bit as he realized that all the food he had wished for was gone."

"The remaining 10% was either given out to those in need or was devoured by animals. We found a hole in the side of the warehouse big enough for rats, raccoons, and other scavengers." The guard could feel a bead of cold sweat dripping down his back at the look the Governor had given him.

Taking in a deep breath, Marcus nodded his head. "Then I guess there is nothing you can do about it. Next time, we will have to make sure that the supplies are handed out to everyone as soon as they appear."

"Next time?" blinked the guard, not sure if he should have asked the question or not.

Marcus simply gave him a tight smile before turning around and leaving the warehouse.

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The room Maman had given me wasn’t that horrible; I mean, it was clearly a cleaning closet, but it was big enough to fit a small cot inside, so yay for that.

Sitting on the cot crossed-legged, I pulled a lolly pop out of Teddy and put it in my mouth. I might be bored out of my mind right now, but it wasn’t anything a spoon full of sugar, and a dead body wouldn’t fix.

Clutching Teddy in my arms, I stared at the white wall in front of me. "We’re going on a bear hunt," I hummed. "We’re going on a bear hunt. Gonna catch a big one; gonna catch a big one. I’m not scared; I’m not scared. What a beautiful day."

As I continued my song, adding a few changes to make it better suited to my current circumstances, I was surprised by the door to my room opening.

"I wish for another year’s supply of food," growled Marcus. "All the food from yesterday has already spoiled in this heat. Fucking Christ. It’s not like we can put it in a fridge or a freezer. His eyes flashed with rage, but what I found most interesting was that the rage wasn’t directed at me.

"Okay," I replied with a shrug. "Another year’s supply of food is all yours."

Marcus’ eyes narrowed on me for a second, taking me in. The rage in his eyes turned to something that I refused to acknowledge, but before he could enter my room, his dear wife stopped him.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, cocking her head to the side as she smiled at him brightly. "Can I help with anything?"

Marcus cleared his throat. "No. Everything is fine now," he replied. Giving me one last look, he brushed past Maman and left the apartment.

"I know what you are trying to do," hissed my Mother as she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. Stalking over to me, she smacked me across the face so hard that the welt was already throbbing.

"I’m not trying to do anything, Maman," I whimpered. Looking up so that she could see the tears in my eyes, I gave her a puppy dog look. "He told me that when he spoke to me, I had to answer. I don’t speak to him unless I have to answer. I promise!"

"You will not be stealing my husband away from me, do you understand?!? I worked too damn hard to be the Governor’s wife for you to waltz up in here and try to seduce him. Stay away from my fucking husband."

That was one thing about the LaRue women... we didn’t share well.

"Of course, Maman, I understand."

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