Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 324: Can We Go Back To Torturing Me?

Chapter 324: Can We Go Back To Torturing Me?

The one thing that I hated more than anything else in this world was being bored.

Seriously.

Torture me, rip my arms off my body, burn me with cigarettes, cut me up like ... well, you get the point. But whatever you do, don’t leave me tied to a chair with nothing to do but be in my own head.

I was starting to go batty, and it hadn’t even been a full day since Adam plucked me off the streets with a gun to my head. Could we go back to that? I could so do with a gun to my head. Just... give me something to do.

"Sorry it took so long," announced Gerald as he opened the door to my room. "But I guess you were pretty happy to have been left alone all this time."

"Oh, sure," I assured him, rolling my eyes. "Being left here without anything to do is definitely my idea of a great time. How about next time, you stab a pencil into my eye first? That would make it even better."

The smile on Gerald’s face froze as he looked at me. "I can’t tell if you are joking or not."

"I’m really not," I assured him. "Now, let’s get on to the next step. What is it? Torture? What answers do you want me to tell you? I mean, I’ll fight and all that, but in the end, we’ll come to a mutual understanding, and you’ll get everything out of me that you could possibly desire."

Gerald took a step back like I was a threat to him before looking over his shoulder. "No one touched her in the past few hours, right?"

"No, sir," said the tech behind him. "All of your instructions were followed to the letter."

"Then why—" started Gerald before shaking his head. "Are you okay? We aren’t here to torture you. We just need to study your interactions with Tank and his clones so we can then know where to go from here."

The white noise in my brain quickly turned off as the smile disappeared from my face. "I’m sorry. Could you try that one again? Cause I could have sworn that you said that you just cloned my... dog."

"We did," smiled Gerald as he approached me again. Holding out a clipboard, he brought it to my eye level. You know, because I was still strapped to a chair. "See, we managed to get 150 clones from him, but none of them seem to have any affinity for powers. We assumed that we had done it wrong the first few times, which resulted in more clones than we had been prepared for. But that’s fine. They are all very well-behaved."

"Can I see Tank?" I asked, the numbers and pictures on the paper in front of me making my vision go blurry. It wasn’t like I could read it anyway, so I didn’t know why he was bothering me with it. "I need to see Tank."

"Of course," smiled Gerald like I had just given him a banana flavor lollypop. "I was actually coming to bring you to him. We need a much bigger arena, since there are so many other dogs as well. We need to observe you with them so we can determine which ones have an elemental affinity. We don’t know for sure if abilities are genetic mutations and can be passed on from cloning, or if it is derived from something like personality."

"Uh-huh," I grunted, my eyes getting wider and wider with every word the man was saying. I know that I was low-key wishing for something to happen, but 151 Hellhounds wasn’t on my bingo cards.

Couldn’t we go back to torturing me for information? That seems a lot less scary than 150 Tanks.

Handing the clipboard to the tech behind him, Gerald unsnapped my chair from the floor and rolled me forward, chatting the entire time.

"I was actually impressed with how intelligent Tank is," started Gerald as the tech opened the door for us. "It was almost like he knew what we were trying to do and was on board with it. In fact, every clone demonstrates that same level of intelligence. It’s absolutely amazing!"

I wanted to nod my head, but the metal bands made that impossible. I was sure that the Hellhound loved the idea of having more of himself in the world. After all, from what I had understood, Ramsey was the last of his kind, and dogs were pack animals.

Thinking that a single set of puppy eyes might have just destroyed the entire world, I closed my eyes.

Come what may, at least I wouldn’t be bored. But they needed to find their own source of food because I wasn’t feeding that many of them.

"Do you know what Tank is, then?" I asked, blinking innocently as white doors and walls sped by me. There was banging of some of the doors, and bloody handprints in the windows of others, but my ears were still ringing from Gerald’s news that I really wasn’t paying attention.

"We originally expected that he was some sort of hybrid, but it turns out he is much more than that," continued the man happily. "In fact, his genetic code is so pure that it is from an even more primitive version of the wolf. I have never seen a code like that, and it didn’t match up perfectly with our other samples, but that was fine. It is probably what makes him capable of controlling an element."

Okay. So there was a bit of good news in all that. They had yet to figure out that Tank could shift into my boyfriend instead of my dog... which hopefully means that the clones can’t do that either.

Right?

Cause I might not be able to make up my mind between nine men and want to keep them all as mine. But there was a big difference between nine men and 159.

I mean, a girl had to draw the line somewhere.

Where was torture to get your mind off the outside world? Could we go back to torture like a good villain? Please? Asking for a friend.