Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 322: You Haven’t Seen Anything Yet

Chapter 322: You Haven’t Seen Anything Yet

The smell of lobster, butter, and garlic drifted through the room as I cuddled deeper into Tank’s fur.

I wasn’t about to say that I had accepted a deal, or anything like that, in order to not arouse suspicions. After all, I was taking power with every wish, and I didn’t want people to stop wishing because of that.

"What the fuck?" growled the chainsaw-like voice. "You have to be shitting me right now."

Wrinkling my nose, I really hoped that he wasn’t about to make that a wish. While I wasn’t overly happy with the smell of lobster, the smell of shit was not something that I was willing to deal with either.

Let alone the image of someone shitting on him.

Sigh.

Sometimes, pleasing humans was not the easiest thing in the world to do. But since I got a soul out of it, I might as well work on my customer service.

"Is there a problem?" I called out lazily. "I should have mentioned that there are no refunds on wishes. What you got is what you get."

"I wished for a $558,000 bottle of wine. One that is considered to be a unicorn of wine collectors around the world." The man’s voice was getting rougher with every word he spoke, and yet he wasn’t done yet.

"Was that not what I gave you?" I asked, not really caring about the answer. I knew I had given him the exact wine that he had asked for. It wasn’t my fault if it didn’t live up to its hype.

"Yes," hissed the man like a pissed-off snake. "You gave me exactly what I asked for. But could you at least have added a corkscrew? How am I supposed to open the bottle? With my fucking teeth?"

I blinked for a second before moving my face so that no one looking could see my smile. However, I was having a harder time controlling my laughter. "If you didn’t wish for it, how could I have given it to you? You also didn’t ask for knives, forks, or a glass."

"It might be sacrilege, but I could drink straight from the bottle if it came down to it! But I want a fucking corkscrew. If I am dying tomorrow, then I am going out a happy man with a bottle of wine worth more than half a million."

However, before I could do anything else, a white mist came down from the ceiling, knocking me out in a second.

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When I woke up, I discovered that I was strapped to a cold metal chair. There was a band around my forehead and another one under my jaw. However, what annoyed me most was the fact that my chest, my wrists, and my ankles were all bound to the chair in metal bands that didn’t seem to have a beginning or an end.

Huh.

That was a new one.

"You’re awake," grunted a voice from over my head.

"And you are the king of perception for discovering that fact," I sneered back, not bothering to look at the man. "Should I give you a gold star for being able to see that my eyes are open, so I must be awake?"

The man’s voice was glitching a bit, and it took me much too long to realize that he, whoever he was, was speaking to me through the speaker system.

I had assumed that the elevators that Adam brought us down on were some type of Flintstone contraption using rocks and dinosaurs. But considering the fact that I hadn’t seen a dinosaur yet and that they had working speakers and lights, the lab had to have a power source that no one else in the world had access to.

It looked like the scientist wasn’t the only one who deserved a gold star for using their head.

"It’s unusual," mused the man, and I could have sworn I heard a note of interest in his voice. "When most subjects wake up in this room, they either cry and beg us to release them, or they come up with creative things that they will do when they get released. Either way, they aren’t... sarcastic."

"Then I am very happy to introduce you to a new type of torture victim," I smiled, moving my head as far as I could to see the room. Kudos to whoever strapped me in because they did a fantastic job of it.

All I could see was the mirror in front of me that took up one entire wall, and that was it.

My long blond hair hung limply around me, pressed to my skull by the metal band against my forehead. My dress looked a little worse for wear, but my socks were staying up, and my boots were one. I considered it a win.

"I appreciate your consideration," chuckled the voice. "I think you and I can become great friends and positively influence the future of the human race in ways that no one had ever considered."

"Ah," I sighed, shifting slightly to cross my legs, only to remember that that was not possible. "I’m afraid that I am not on board with that plan," I continued, wrinkling my nose. "From what I have seen, I am not so sure that humans deserve to have a future. How about we create a whole new species? That might be fun."

There was a click, like the speaker was being turned on, but nothing came out.

"Mr. Scientist?" I called out, trying to cock my head to the side and look cute. Once again, the straps stopped me from doing that, too. What the fuck?!? I understood bloody torture, but this seemed even a bit excessive, even for me.

"It’s funny that you should mention species," came the voice at last. However, this wasn’t the same voice as my new friend. No... this one I could easily recognize. "We are going to have you help us create a whole new species. If you want, you could be the mother to them."

"Hello, Adam," I purred, looking straight at my reflection in the mirror. "Long time no see."

"Gerald is correct; you are not behaving like we expected you to," mused Adam. "How fun."

"Oh, Adam," I replied, shaking my head as much as I could. "If you think this is fun, you haven’t seen anything yet."

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