Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 172: Now You Will Pay

Chapter 172: Now You Will Pay

When Marcus woke up with the taste of blood in his mouth, he tried to remember what had happened. However, his head still felt like it was five sizes too big for his body, and it was almost impossible to breathe through his nose.

Feeling the floor under his cheek, he decided to roll over and see exactly where he was. Maybe, just maybe, he could work his way back... why was it so hard to move? Every last one of his muscles screamed in protest as he tried to shift just enough to let gravity do the rest of the work.

It felt like he had been run over by a truck before it decided to back up and do it over and over again. Wasn’t he supposed to not feel pain? He was pretty sure that that was one of his wishes, so why was he still feeling pain?

"Because it is amusing," chuckled a voice over Marcus’ head. "And while my Pudding Pop can grant wishes, I can take them away. Normally, I wouldn’t, but you have been a very naughty Governor, haven’t you, Marcus Delacroix? Ah, Pride and Envy would just love to get their hands on you, but I’m afraid that you have just enough gluttony in you to fall into my hands."

The fog in Marcus’ head cleared just enough to see the figure of Beau Landry crouching down beside him. "Landry," he snapped, but the sound came out so weak. What the fuck was wrong with him?!? "What are you doing?"

"I’m sorry," chuckled the figure. "I’m afraid that the doctor isn’t making house calls at the moment, but he wanted to let you know that it appears you are suffering from something called Dengue Hemorrhagic Fever. You can expect a high fever, muscle and joint pain, bleeding from all sorts of holes, and fatigue. The good part is that in cases like yours, it could be fatal, which means that you won’t have to suffer from the pain and agony forever. The crappy part is that you wished for eternal life, which means that you can’t die."

Marcus’ mouth opened as his skin felt so hot it was like he was being cooked from the inside out. The heat gave way for a moment, only to be replaced with so much pain it felt like his bones were being broken, only to be quickly reknit.

The cycle kept going on and on until he couldn’t take it anymore and passed out.

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"Awake now?" asked Gluttony as he stared down at the fat pig. He was wrapped up tight in a blanket on his own bed, and the demon was pretty sure that there was a joke somewhere in there; he just didn’t know what it might be.

Ever so slowly, Marcus shifted his head to the side so that he could look at Beau with narrowed eyes. "You are a Healer, heal me."

The demand done in such a weak voice was like music to Gluttony’s ears. "So sick and still making demands? Oh, you and I are going to have so much fun together. And this is going to be a lifelong commitment, until death do us part and all that. I hope you’re prepared. Don’t worry, I’ll only let my brothers play with you a little bit. Nothing horrible. I promise."

"You’re crazy," gasped Marcus as pain once again flooded his body until he could barely breathe. "Why is this happening to me?"

"Well, Marcus Delacroix, do you mind if I call you that, Marcus Delacroix? Well, it really doesn’t matter if you do or not; I’m going to call you that, Marcus Delacroix. Wait... where was I?" Gluttony perched on the edge of the bed, making himself comfortable.

Hattie was still asleep, and he set her up on the couch so that he could keep an eye on her. The poor baby needed more sleep than she had been getting lately, but it was fine. He and his brothers were here now. They would take care of her.

At least she now knew that she was safe. Nothing was getting through him to her. Nothing.

"Crazy," muttered Marcus as he started to get warmer and warmer. His teeth began to chatter as sweat dripped down his forehead, but Gluttony had made sure to tuck him into his heavy comforter so tight that there was no way to get out of it without help.

"Ah, right," agreed Glutton. "You wanted to know why this was happening to you. I’ll give you the short story if you don’t mind... You see, a long time ago, when you were nothing more than a little Lad, you decided that lying, cheating, stealing, and killing were perfectly fine as long as you got what you wanted at the end."

Marcus’ eyes widened as he stared at Beau. How on earth could the other man know all that? He had made sure that all that was erased long before he got into a career in politics.

"I’ll answer that question on your face later. Let me keep going. Now, where was I? Lying, cheating, killing, coveting your neighbor’s wife, bribery, extorsion... the list goes on and on... and yet, all of those sins could have been forgiven. In fact, there was a spot in Hell just waiting for you to go fill it. But you did the one thing that none of us are willing to tolerate... want to guess what that is?"

"Crazy," grunted Marcus as he felt his lungs filling up with liquid. His body shook as he tried to get rid of the fluid, only for his sore throat to close. Not knowing if he was going to choke or throw up, he started to panic and jerk around, trying to get free.

"Now, now," snapped Gluttony right before he snapped his fingers.

Marcus suddenly stopped. It felt like a hundred hands were holding him down, preventing him from moving as the liquid in his lungs continued to rise, and he felt like he was choking on it.

"Let’s get one thing straight... I am not crazy. You are the idiot who had thoughts you shouldn’t have about Hattie. MY Hattie... OUR Hattie. Did you really think that you were worthy of her? What gave you the right to keep making demands of her during the day while you stood outside her room every night, jerking yourself off. That is the one Sin that cannot be forgiven. You coveted what wasn’t yours... and now you will pay."

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