Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 170: Anything You Want

Chapter 170: Anything You Want

"I’m sorry, Sir," I said, making sure that my voice was as weak as I could make it. Looking up, once again, from Gluttony’s shoulder, I stared at my mother’s husband. "I had a bad dream."

Marcus’ teeth gnashed together as he tried to control his temper, but it was clear he didn’t like anyone else touching what was his. The expression on his face was a husband coming home, only to discover his wife was cheating on him with the neighbor. However, he needed to keep his shit together and not explode since there was an outsider around.

If he wasn’t careful, he might just give himself an aneurysm and drop dead as a result. Ah, a girl could only dream.

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Marcus scratched at the mosquito bite on his neck as he watched the fucking doctor holding up his girl’s ass. The sting of his fingernails as it scraped enough skin off the bump to make it bleed still wasn’t enough to reign in his temper.

He had spent the past hour outside on the balcony as one of his men gave him the latest reports. People were dying. It didn’t matter if they were rich or one of the refugees who had come here looking for food.

Between the ongoing storm, the flooding, the mosquitos, the snakes, and the fucking insects, everyone was miserable. He had honestly thought that getting so much food every day would make life easier, but that wasn’t the case at all.

He had all the supplies in the world at his fingertips, and yet... he was still fucking miserable.

Going away from the mosquito bite on his neck, he focused on the three on his forearm.

Fucking mosquitos.

Fucking rain.

Fucking Beau Landry.

Fucking everything!

"Feel free to put her down now," snapped Marcus, trying to hold back his rage.

This was one of those moments where he wished he had some type of power. Anything really that he could turn on Beau. Fire to burn him, earth to bury him, water to drown him. Really, anything would be better than taking this slap across the face.

Unfortunately for him, he was one of the humans that had seemed to be a dud. He had no powers as a result of the vaccine, and while at least he didn’t become a zombie, he was as far down on the food chain as he could possibly get.

In fact, if it wasn’t for him lying through his teeth that he had the spirit power, there was a good chance he wouldn’t be the Governor anymore. Then again, there wasn’t much difference between being a politician and having the ability to manipulate people.

Plus, he was using Delliah’s powers as his own.

"I think I’ll keep holding her, thanks," chuckled Beau as he turned around to smirk at him. The challenge on his face was enough to make Marcus want to rip his head off, but he knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against the other man. "Why are we here?"

Before Marcus could reply, Lucinda’s soft, soothing voice broke through his rage. "Do you have a wish, Sir?" she asked, turning her head so that she was now looking at him.

He hated the fact that she was in the arms of another man, but as long as all her attention was on him, he could at least be calm about the whole thing.

"I do, Sweetness," smiled Marcus, taking in a full breath of air as her eyes never wavered from his face. "How about you let go of the Doctor, and we can talk?"

"Nah," shrugged the doctor, causing Marcus’ eye to twitch. Where did the pleasant man who did everything he asked go? Because now it seemed that Beau didn’t know which side his bread was buttered on...

And that was going to be a problem.

"I’m sorry, Sir," murmured Lucinda, her eyes filling up with tears again as she looked at him. The sigh of her upset did something to his heart and he clenched his fist over the offending organ as he struggled to take a breath. "But I can still grant your wishes. I promise."

"If you are sure," replied Marcus, his eyes going blurry for a second. His head was starting to pound the longer he was on his feet and he really needed to get some sleep. He was going on almost two days without sleep.

It was no wonder he wasn’t feeling well.

"Anything you want, Sir," smiled Lucinda, and seeing that happiness made Marcus forget what he was upset about.

Was he upset about something?

Why couldn’t he remember...

Cocking his head to the side, he gazed in Lucinda’s general direction, not able to make out her shape in the room of blurry figures. "What were you saying?" he asked.

The giggles he received in response were enough to make him want to smile. "You wanted to make a wish," replied the sweetest voice in the world.

Marcus felt himself leaning toward the sound just a bit as if he wanted to get closer to her... no, he needed to get closer to her.

Why was it so hot? Why did his head feel so big?

Right... wishes.... What were his wishes?

"I wish for you to make the rain stop," he announced, his words slurring slightly as sleep tried to claim him just a bit.

"Okay," replied the angel in the arms of a devil. Marcus’ eyes narrowed on the man in front of him as he swayed dangerously from side to side. Fuck he was tired. "Are there any other wishes?"

"Make the walls a bit more penetrable. A lot of the flooding is happening because the water can’t escape through the ground and is pooling in front of the walls. Walls are...." Fuck, what was he talking about? Wall? What about the walls?

"Okay," chuckled the sweet one. "Make the walls not so strong so that water can go out. Anything else?"

"Yeah," nodded Marcus, his head feeling like a weird beach ball as it bounced up and down. "Can you get rid of the mosq—most---toes---mostete---"

"Mosquitoes? Of course. Anything you want... it is all yours."