Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 323: Fairly Easy

Chapter 323: Fairly Easy

Ramsey let out a low whine as he looked around the room that they had been caged in. After the mist came, the more human part of him had been completely knocked out, but the fire in his blood burned through the drugs quickly.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t quick enough and the Queen had been taken away.

"Whining won’t help," snarled the man inside the door, sounding more like an animal than the Hellhound himself. "And it is just grating on my nerves. If you are simply going to roll over and show your belly, let me out, and I’ll take care of everything."

"Take care of everything?" sneered Ramsey, his low whine completely cut off thanks to Tank needling him. "And exactly what can you take care of? Have you joined us to the Queen? No, you haven’t. You have been pussyfooting around everything, trying to put on one face and being completely different inside. You should have been a demon, not a hound."

Tank raised an eyebrow. The two of them were in one collective mind, almost like a yin/yang symbol. He was standing on the white side, staring down at the orange eyes peering out at him from the shadows on the other side.

"Our Queen has been abused since she can remember," sneered the man. Did he want to link himself to Hattie in a completely permanent way? Of course he did. He wasn’t a fool. Hattie was the only woman he would ever love in any of his lives.

But because he loved her, he needed to take what she needed into consideration, not just his wants.

"Arguing like this won’t help. What is going on on the outside?" sighed Tank, trying to remind himself that as intelligent as Ramsey was, he was a Hellhound and worked on instincts.

Nine times out of ten, it would be fine to let him take the lead, but this was not one of those times. He and Hattie had been separated in the very labs that she had nightmares about. He had to find her fast and prevent her from spiraling.

"We are in a small cage, inside a small room," grunted Ramsey. He understood his limitations just as well as Tank did. The two of them would have to work together to get to their Queen. And they would get to her.

"Okay," nodded Tank, closing his eyes to think. "Any idea why they want us?"

"We’re a Hellhound, everyone wants us," sneered Ramsey, rolling his eyes. His entire litter, except for him, had been wiped out simply because some people couldn’t understand that they served only one master from birth.

"They don’t know that," sighed Tank, trying to be the voice of reason. Unfortunately for both of them, he was not normally in that role. That was more of a Dante thing. Or a Bishop.

Thinking of Bishop, Tank couldn’t help the growl that escaped from his chest. If he ever saw that thing again, he was going to kill him. Angel or not. War or not. The traitor was dead.

"The dog is awake," announced a man as he and a woman entered the room. Ramsey stepped back just enough for Tank to also be able to see from his eyes.

"Did the owner say what breed he was?" asked the woman, writing something down on her clipboard. "We might have to take that into consideration when it comes to reproducing him."

’Reproduce?’ grunted Ramsey, turning to Tank. ’What does that mean?’

’They are trying to create more of us,’ replied Tank, his eyes never leaving the man and woman. They were dressed in white lab coats, their appearance so unremarkable that it was hard to pick out any distinguishing feature. They could have been anyone in a sea of people, and that was frustrating Tank.

How was he supposed to kill them if he couldn’t tell them apart from others?

’We kill them all,’ replied Ramsey as the man approached the cage slowly. ’But now that we have their scent, there is no place in any of the realms where they can hide from us. We will find them and then remind the world why everyone was so scared of us in the first place.’

"It appears to be a mixture between a Doberman and a Rottweiler," stated the scientist.

"According to Jonas, it is a male named Tank," nodded the woman as she wrote down some observations. "The commander continues to say that as long as the eyes aren’t orange, he was harmless. It wasn’t until their eyes changed color that they would attack."

’Leave it to the stupid meat sacks to jump to that conclusion,’ sneered Ramsey. ’I can kill them just fine without tapping into our inner fire.’

Tank hummed but continued to concentrate on what was going on around them. Dante always said that in order to win the war, you needed more information than the other side. So he was going to get as much information out of these two people before killing them.

And he would do it with his plain black eyes.

"From head to foot, the animal is 4’11" tall. That makes him more than two and a half feet taller than what is typical for his breed if we consider the Doberman to be the dominant genetic contributor."

"According to the scale under the cage, the animal is also two and a half times the normal size as well," muttered the woman as she flipped through a series of papers. "The heaviest Doberman on record was 118lbs. Tank is topping the scales at 259lbs."

"So he is larger than his species," nodded the scientist, bravely sticking his hand in the cage to grip Tank’s jaw.

’We should bite it off,’ growled Ramsey as he felt the pressure from the human’s hand against his soft mouth.

’We can’t,’ replied Tank. ’We need to play along like a good boy until they let us out of here. Then we can rip them apart.’

’Spoilsport,’ grumbled Ramsey as his upper lip was pulled back, revealing his elongated teeth.

"I think," started the male scientist as he let go of the animal in the cage and returned to the woman. "That he is going to be fairly easy to reproduce. My only concern is that we can’t guarantee that every other clone will have the same elemental."

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