Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 305: Welcome To Hell

Chapter 305: Welcome To Hell

’No,’ scoffed the voice inside my head as my vision started to turn red around the edges. ’I’m telling you to breathe. Grab Tank’s fur. Feel him under your hand. Concentrate on the movement of his muscles. How does he feel? How does he smell? Focus everyone on him and let the rest of the world drop away.’

’And if I don’t want that?’ I smirked even as I did what she asked. She had yet to lead me astray, and I was willing to concede the fact that not everyone here needed to die. My problem was that I just couldn’t figure out why they needed to live, either.

After all, they were going on their merry way as underneath their feet, people were being locked in cages that wouldn’t even fit Tank. All they cared about was themselves, and so... why did they need to live?

"You’ve stopped breathing," murmured Eric into my ear, unknowingly echoing the voice inside my head. "I need you to breathe for me, pretty girl."

Ever so slowly, as if every muscle in my body was protesting the movement, I looked at the situation around me. The bitch from the checkpoint was salivating over Salvatore... my man... only he didn’t look like my man.

Désiré didn’t seem to know who he should be paying attention to, even though he had already given me a part of his soul. You would think that if he tied himself to me for eternity, he would be more concerned about me.

But then again, I guess I was just being a petty bitch who wanted everyone’s attention.

"Princess," murmured Chang Xuefeng as he walked up behind me and wrapped me in his embrace. "Everything is going to be fine," he assured me, pulling me against his chest. "I’m going to put you down for a nap, and then I will be the one to figure all this shit out. Okay? Is that okay with you if I do that?"

I could hear Eric sucking in a breath, but everything was just getting too loud and overwhelming. The voices of the present were overlapping with the voices of the past, and I had no idea what was real and what was fake.

Taking in a deep breath, I dug my hand into Tank’s fur, feeling the coarse hairs tickling my palm. "Tank," I breathed, leaning my head back against Chang Xuefeng’s chest. Looking up into his concerned face, I continued my sentence. "Real or fake?"

"Real," assured Daddy, rubbing my arms that I didn’t realize had gotten cold.

"The..." I wanted to ask about the cages, but I couldn’t bring myself to. In my mind, Seraphina’s face was being imprinted on my body and vice versa until I could feel the freezing, unforgiving bars under my hands.

The heat from Tank’s body was slowly replaced with metal rods as I sucked in a breath. "Camp Hell?" I hissed out, my chest becoming tighter as I fought to take a breath.

"Real," said Chang Xuefeng. "But it’s been over four years since you were there. You got out. You made a deal, and the Alpha took it. They don’t remember you. They aren’t hunting you. Camp Hell is not part of your current reality."

I felt Désiré more than saw him approaching me. He pressed his chest into mine, sandwiching me between him and Chang Xuefeng. That was right. Lust in front, the Grim Reaper at my back, a Hellhound at my side... and a human...

"Last question," I said, my voice turning breathless as the weight on my chest only got heavier. "Who am I?"

----

Salvatore hissed as he heard the words coming out of his Little Star’s mouth. Completely ignoring the woman in front of him, he focused on the object of his obsession. He had taken a step back when they finally came together again, but maybe that was a mistake.

His Queen was spiraling out of control, and given her newfound powers of illusions, it was understandable that she sometimes had trouble distinguishing between the real and the world that she created in her mind.

But if she was having trouble, then it was his job to give her exactly what she needed. But the first thing he needed to do was get rid of this panting bitch.

"I can feel the envy in you," purred Salvatore, his voice cracking from lack of use. However, his words were easy to hear and even easier to understand. "You want me because I have what you could never have. I am strong; you are weak. I can save the world... and you can’t even save yourself."

Letting Envy weave throughout his voice, Salvatore palmed the small knife in his hand that Dimitri had made for them. It really was stupid that they had let him through all the checkpoints simply because he was a healer, but it worked out well for him.

Cupping the woman behind her neck, Salvatore pulled her in against his chest. The very fact that her breath hitched and lust flooded every aspect of her body made him want to puke, but he had to get this done.

"You touched me," he whispered in Camille’s ear, even as she flattened her hands against his chest. Ever so slowly, the woman in his arms nodded her head, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, making her look younger, more innocent.

"You are only the second woman to have ever touched me in my life," continued Salvatore, his voice getting deeper and rougher as he fought back his instincts. "Now I am going to have to get on my knees to my Little Star and beg for forgiveness for being dirty. But that is fine. On my knees in front of her isn’t a hardship."

Ever so slowly, Salvatore rolled his head, letting it crack and pop as he tried to relieve some of the tension in his shoulders.

He fucking hated being touched.

"Just to let you know," he continued with a purr as he tightened his grip on the back of her neck. "The wounds I cause, I will never heal."

With those final words, Salvatore slid the knife into her skin a half dozen times in quick succession. Unable to hide the smirk on his face. He looked down at the woman who was looking at him in pain and betrayal.

"Welcome to Hell." Without a second thought, he removed the knife and healed the outside, making sure that no one would be able to see the wounds or the blood that was now pooling inside her body. "Enjoy your stay."