Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 325: Accept It And Move On

Chapter 325: Accept It And Move On

Jonas looked up from the reports in front of him as the door burst open.

"Excuse you?" he hissed, coming to his feet before he even noticed who was entering his office. This level of disrespect could not be allowed to continue. Law and order had to be restored, and this was as good as any time to enforce the rules.

"You will report to the prisons now," hissed Jonas, sitting back down in his chair as he adjusted the papers in front of him. "You will be staying there for two months before going on to latrine duty. If you want to pull shit, you better be willing to clean it up after."

The soft chuckling of multiple men caused Jonas to freeze for a second before reaching for the gun strapped to the bottom of his desk.

"Derek," nodded Jonas as he looked at the man in the middle. He had been reporting for duty for over a week now, and Jonas never had any issues with him, so why was he here? "What can I do for you?"

"You can tell me where my wife is," said Derek, the smirk on his face quickly vanishing as his entire body seemed to have shifted slightly. The man standing in front of Jonas no longer looked the same, and Jonas was starting to panic.

"Are you rebels?" demanded the man, pulling out his gun and leveling it at Derek... or the man posing as Derek.

"Hardly," yawned one of the men as he walked away from the crowd at the door and sat down in one of the chairs by the desk. Realizing that none of them were taking the gun seriously, Jonas shot a single bullet at the man in the chair before pointing it back at Derek.

"Nows, dat not very friendly of you, my friend," purred the man who should have been dead.

Jonas’s face went white as he watched the bullet that had pierced the sitting man’s skull fall out and clatter to the floor. Under his gaze, the wound stopped bleeding and quickly healed until there was no sign of the killing shot.

"Well, I be guessing Hattie ain’t de only one who’s bulletproof," grunted one of the massive ones from the back corner. His arms were folded in front of his body, and while he had given off a familiar feeling, Jonas was beginning to suspect that none of the men in the room were who they had originally claimed to be.

"Getting into the New Dawn Sanctuary under false pretenses is a death sentence," announced the commander. Straightening his spine and puffing out his chest, Jonas pretended that he wasn’t so terrified he was ready to piss himself.

"I think we can all tell that death isn’t a permanent solution for us," announced another man as he leaned against the door, his arms crossed. "Tell me, what is your greatest desire? A simple wish and you can have anything you want. Just what are you greedy for, Jonas?"

Jonas swallowed, trying to get himself under control. Since he was still alive, that must mean that they wanted something from him. Until he gave them that, then he was safe.

Confident now that he would be able to get out of the situation alive, Jonas sat back down and looked at Derek. "What should I call you?" he asked, his face blank. He had been in the military long enough to be able to mask his emotions.

It was just that this whole situation had surprised him.

Right. That was it; he was surprised.

Not scared. Never scared.

"Dante Leone," smiled the man in the middle. "But I also answer to Pride if you want to get technical."

"I don’t understand," murmured Jonas, more than a little confused. Who called themselves Pride? That was a dumb street name. But Dante Leone? Now, that was a name he had heard.

"I don’t expect you to," sighed Dante. "You see, my woman was on her way home after a shift and simply disappeared. I asked around, but it seems like disappearing people is common in your base, and I was warned to stop talking about it. I was told to pretend like my woman never existed. Now, Jonas. Do you really think that I can do that? That I can just give up something that belongs to me?"

"Look, I don’t know what to tell you," sighed Jonas, rubbing his forehead. Was this man really coming to him because of a woman? Was he really willing to die simply to find a missing wife? There were enough women in the base; he was more than welcome to find one of them. "If you can’t find her, then she either ran away or is dead. Either way, there are plenty of women in this base who would love a night with you."

Once again there was a soft chuckle, but this sound had all of Jonas’ warning bells going off. "You really think we’s gonna substitute our Queen fer another woman?" chuckled the man sitting in the chair.

While he might have looked sleepy before, this time, the eyes that were staring at Jonas promised pain and torture, the likes of which he had never seen before.

"Look," sighed the man at the door. "You can tell us where she is because she didn’t run away and she didn’t die. Or we can take a pound of flesh for every minute that we have to waste our time with you. And just for reference, we’ve been here for about ten minutes now. I’m sure that you can do the math."

"You wouldn’t," growled Jonas as he looked at the nine men. "I serve under Bishop Duhon. If something happens to me, he is going to come looking. And you don’t want him to come looking for you. Your woman is gone. Accept it and move on."

"Bishop is here?" asked another voice that had yet to speak. "As in here in this base?"

"Of course," replied Jonas smugly. "Who do you think created this Sanctuary? Rène LaPierre, Bishop Duhon, and Adam Jardin have built this place from the ground up. We owe them everything."

"Well now," purred a man as he leaned his elbow on Dante’s shoulder. "Don’t dat just make things all dat much sweeter?"