Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 312: Blood In The Air

Chapter 312: Blood In The Air

Eric looked confused, not expecting that response from Dante. Normally, the man knew how to be grateful.

"Do you really think that if there was a threat to his woman, the Hellhound would just sit by and let it happen?" asked Chang Xuefeng, the tone of his voice was as if he was speaking to a child.

"I didn’t see him jumping in," answered Eric with a shrug. He hadn’t looked over at Tank since he first mentioned him, mostly because he still didn’t believe that he and Hattie’s dog were one and the same.

"Our girl likes to play with her food," sighed Beau, his eyes still trained on the stairs. "She was never in danger. I am going to assume that something chaotic happened?"

"Not really," shrugged Eric, trying to think if something major had occurred that he hadn’t known about. "She offered her candy to Dustin’s kid, and the moment he took it, his head fell off his body."

Once again, there was silence before Chang Xuefeng let out a harsh scoff, and the rest of the guys smirked. "Nothin’ free in dis world," purred Ronan, his eyes still closed even as he listened to the conversation. "Cher would never hand over ’er candy."

"Whatever," grunted Tank, putting an end to the conversation. "Knight stuck his nose into the conversation, and now Hattie is keeping him."

"Are you sure?" asked Dante, his eyes flashing black before he managed to calm down Pride.

"He’s not dead," pointed out Beau. "So we let her decide his fate."

The rest of the men hummed before Dante took control. "Now that we are all inside, we have a better chance of finding the five MCs and getting them out."

"Nope," grunted Chang Xuefeng as he cut Dante off. "That one is going on the back burner. Hattie isn’t doing well right now. Her mind is replaying her time in Camp Hell and now she is wondering what is real and fake. She is worried that she is going to wake up in one of those cages, and we will be gone."

Chang Xuefeng narrowed his eyes as he stared forward, lost in his own thoughts. "There is something fucked up going on under the sanctuary, and we need to deal with that first."

"Since when do we worry ’bout dat type of shit?" asked Désiré, more than a little confused. "Let de humans do what dey want... the more dey kill demselves, de happier Hattie will be."

"We don’t care about that shit," sighed Chang Xuefeng, rubbing his forehead. "But one of the women in the cages made a wish and called Hattie to her. She wasn’t in much better shape than Hattie was when I found her in Camp Hell, thus Hattie spiraling. Hattie sees herself in Seraphine, and if we want to help her, we need to destroy the labs."

"Still donna understand," grunted Désiré as he looked around the room.

"If Hattie thinks that all of this is nothing more than a dream or illusion, then destroying the labs, saving the people, and getting rid of the cages would be like we were setting her free," said Tank slowly. "We would be saving her in a way that we weren’t able to when she was halfway around the world."

"Give the puppy a bone," purred Chang Xuefeng. "He gets it."

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Lilith couldn’t help but laugh as she watched from the side as one of the men in the encampment fucked the girl under him. The poor woman was screaming, her nails breaking off as she tried to crawl forward, away from the man abusing her.

"Do you really think that is going to help?" asked Lilith, crouching down. She was firmly in Père’s body, her own unable to spend long times on Earth without experiencing excruciating pain.

Speaking of... the one thing that made her feel better about her own pain was to watch others experiencing their own.

She had a... knack... for finding what someone was truly terrified of and exploiting it.

Hattie was terrified of never being good enough, of being abandoned or considered to be a replacement... and Lilith played that card until the bitch learned the truth.

"Please," begged the girl, tears flowing down her face, mixing with the dirt and blood, and creating a masterpiece that only Lilith could appreciate. "I won’t run away. I won’t argue. Save me, and I’ll do anything."

"Ah, but if you were doing it willingly, where is the fun in that?" purred Père as the sound of footsteps behind him made him look up.

"You lost, Stranger?" demanded Père, coming to his feet. The man wasn’t someone who he had ever seen before, but the stranger was completely his type. "If you are, we can help you."

The stranger ran his fingers through his white blond hair as he looked down at the girl with tears in her eyes. The man on top of her didn’t bother to slow down, let alone stop, but the stranger just ignored the two of them.

"Well?" purred Père, walking forward. "What is your greatest sin... I mean, pleasure?"

"Ah," nodded the man, his white eyes flashing with happiness as he looked Père up and down. "I have too many sins to list. But my current pleasure?"

The stranger stepped forward, his body leaning toward Père as he whispered into the other ’man’s’ ear. "Is making my daughter happy."

Before Lilith/Père could work out just what was going on, their head was ripped off their body. "My baby girl is the most important thing in this universe, a gift that I never knew about. And yet you... you didn’t treat her like the treasure she was."

The stranger shook his head even as he snapped his fingers. Père screamed in pain as his body started to burn with an unnatural white fire. Because Lilith was a demon, and a demon couldn’t actually die, simply beheading her in Père’s body wouldn’t kill her.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel pain.

"It’s cute that you think that," nodded the stranger as he tucked Père’s head under his arm and strolled out of the encampment.

Père was still trying to figure out where everything went wrong when shadows slipped past the stranger and entered the camp. Soon enough, screams of pain and cries of mercy could be heard as the scent of fresh blood danced in the air.