Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 213: Lots Of Options

Chapter 213: Lots Of Options

Chang Xuefeng came to a sudden stop, followed quickly by Dante, Tank, Beau, and the MCs, who had somehow followed them home. "Well, she did say that she wanted to redecorate," he said, clearing his throat.

"For some reason, I was thinking more along the lines of getting more pillows or painting a wall..." replied Beau, his voice trailing off as the men stared at the gothic monstrosity in front of them.

"Well," shrugged Dante, ignoring the murderous feeling coming off the mansion in front of them. "Whatever makes her happy."

"Is there something wrong?" asked Reaper as he quickly glanced at Chang Xuefeng before asking Dante his question.

"Not really," replied Dante, his face never betraying how he was feeling. "Our woman just decided to redecorate a bit."

"I take it you weren’t living in a haunted house before now, then?" asked Shadow, coming up beside Beau. If anyone was going to share secrets, it would be the loudmouth they called Beau. And the more info he could give to his Prez, the better.

"Nope," smiled Beau, his eyes flashing orange for a second before going back to blue. "But this definitely feels more like home. Like Dante said, as long as our woman is happy, so are we. Happy wife, happy life, and all that."

There was a stretch of silence before Beau broke it. "Happy Devil, sweet as pie—piss her off, kiss life goodbye!"

Nodding his head like he had just come up with an answer to a problem no one had asked, Beau started forward. "Hello Tink! We’re home!" he announced as he walked over the bridge.

"He has a few screws loose, doesn’t he?" asked Mad Dog, cocking his head to the side. "I mean, there’s no way he is playing with a full deck."

Chang Xuefeng snorted before stepping forward. "Tink, if you eat me, I’m gonna make Hattie a purse out of you."

Nothing moved in the moat as the Grim Reaper took the ten steps over the bridge.

"I don’t understand," announced the Reaper, looking at Dante.

"You don’t need to," shrugged the man. "This will be test number one to see if you live or die. Good luck."

Putting a hand in his pocket, Dante and Tank walked over the bridge, not saying a single word.

"What do you think?" asked Reaper as he and his men studied the landscape in front of them. The moat almost seemed to have a mist crawling over the surface, while the mansion looked like it was minutes away from falling down.

"I think that at the end of the day, we need a place to sleep for the night," sighed the Judge as he placed his hand on Reaper’s shoulder. He was the oldest one, still living at 58, and if the Devil chose tonight to call him home, then that was just fine with him.

Whistling a tune, he stopped at the base of the bridge. "Laissez le bon temps rouler," he called out before putting his foot on the wooden bridge. When nothing jumped out to eat him, The Judge shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way, whistling the whole time.

"Prez?" asked one of the prospects. "Should we follow?"

"Might as well," replied Reaper as he watched The Judge join the other four men by the front door. The man was right. They needed a safe place to sleep for the night, and while he might not trust the owners... there were only four of them...

Five if you counted their woman.

Nodding his head, he walked over the bridge without saying anything. However, it wasn’t until one of the last prospects tried to cross over that a giant gator leaped out of the water and took him out before he could scream.

"What the fuck!?" demanded the prospect behind him. "What just happened?"

"Someone didn’t make the cut," shrugged Beau. "You’ll have to forgive Tink; he’s a bit overprotective. We think he is a cross between a mutated zombie and a gator, but we can’t be too sure. We got him from a mad scientist, and that creep wasn’t saying much with the zombie rat in his throat."

The way the loudmouth was talking, Shadow would have thought that he was talking about dog breeds or picking up a stray at the pound, not an over thousand-pound alligator. Just what the fuck was this place?

"Uh, Prez?" asked one of the other men, Smiley. He definitely wasn’t smiling right now. "Does that say what I think it says?"

The man was pointing up at a sign just over the bright red door that read, "Abandon hope all ye who enter here."

"They are kidding, right?" demanded another man, Sparks. "This is some spooky ass shit."

Chang Xuefeng looked at the door, only to see that there was no handle on it at all. "Are you going to let us in?" he asked the hellhound knocker. It had been a seriously long day, and the angel just needed to see his other half to make sure that she was okay.

There was a long pause for a moment before the door swung open to reveal Hattie on the other side. "You’re home!" she smiled up at him and Chang Xuefeng felt all the tension in his body just melt away at the sight of her smile. "Welcome home."

"Thank you, Wish Girl," he whispered in her ear as he kissed her cheek. "I missed you some bad."

"Pudding Pop!" announced Gluttony as he practically leaped over Dante to get to Hattie first. "I found new people for you! Look!"

Hattie leaned to the side to see all of the new men in her house. "Are they here to feed the house?" she asked, her big eyes blinking innocently as she stared at Reaper. "Cause if that is the case, they might have to come back tomorrow. The house has already had his dinner, and I don’t want him to get a tummy ache."

Dante stroked her head between her pigtails as he shook his head. "The leader is called Reaper," he introduced, pointing to where Reaper stood on the threshold. "They are part of the Devil’s Hounds MC. They like to think that they are the messengers of the Devil, so I thought you might be able to use them. If not, I think Tink could still eat."

"Or the puppy in the basement," interjected Tank. "There’s lots of options."