Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 327: The Ants

Chapter 327: The Ants

The door closed behind us with a resounding ’thud’, and I could hear the electronic lock clicking into place.

"Astounding," muttered Gerald as he locked my chair into the floor. We were all that far from the door, maybe three or four feet, but I was surprised that the chair could be locked here.

You really would think that this whole thing would be a middle of the room type thing.

"I’ve never seen them do that," he muttered, cocking his head to the side. I heard him shuffling behind me, and suddenly, the door opened again. "Bradley, I need the file on the animals. One of you come in as well, I could use your observations from a different angle."

Bradley, whoever he was, must not have been too keen on coming inside the room because I heard Gerald letting out a huff of anger. "They aren’t going to hurt you. For God’s sake. You are a scientist. Bring the file and get your ass in here, or I’ll give you to Jonas to patrol the walls."

As Gerald was trying to work his men, I stared at Tank, wanting to make sure that he was okay. I mean, he was experimented on, even if it wasn’t his body. "You okay?" I asked, looking into Ramsey’s eyes.

When the hound nodded his head, I released some of my tension. "You’re just happy to have a pack again, aren’t you?" I smiled at him.

Getting up, Tank walked over to where I was sitting and placed his head in my lap. I didn’t know if he wanted comfort or if he was offering it to me, but either way...

"Now that I’m here and you aren’t torturing me, can you let me go?" I asked, wiggling my fingers to show what I was talking about.

"I’m afraid that isn’t possible," answered Gerald, coming back to my side. "This is going to be a bit permanent."

"I’m sorry, mad scientist, say what?" I demanded, the smile dropping from my face as I looked at the man from the corner of my eyes. "What do you mean, this is going to be permanent?"

"Based on our observations, the clones only listen to Tank. I don’t know if that is because they understand that he is the original or if he gives off some sort of Alpha energy. Either way, the only thing that can control all 150 animals, is Tank."

"I am failing to see why that means I have to be strapped to a chair for the rest of my life. What happens if I have to use the restroom? I mean, a girl has to pee every so often," I grunted, no longer willing to indulge the humans.

It was fun at first, seeing just how they continued to shoot themselves in the foot. But now I was definitely less amused.

"Because the only one who can control Tank is you," smiled Gerald as he crouched down in front of me. It left just inches between his face, and Tank looked at me, waiting to see what I wanted.

"See my point?" he continued after a moment as he rose to his feet. "In all honesty, Tank should have ripped my face off or at least lunged. I am not a member of his pack, and I was extremely close to his face. The fact that he looked at you to see what you wanted done means that he considers you HIS Alpha. If we want to control the pack, we need to control you."

"Awe," I purred, "did you use your entire brain to come up with that idea, or was that also Adam?"

Gerald stiffened his smile gone from his face as he looked down at me. "You are being very disrespectful for someone who is at our mercy."

"And you are very naïve, considering you should know exactly how this apocalypse started in the first place. But hey, if you want to play God, then go right ahead. But I hate to tell you this, but do you know what God’s biggest regret must be?"

Gerald didn’t bother to reply; they only took the file from the man standing behind him and started going through it. "They’ve never lined up like this. Do you think it is a rank thing or something else? And why have they decided to line up like this? Is it because this is the first time we have allowed all of them to be in the same room as Tank, or is it because of Lucy?"

The fact that these two men were so quick to dismiss me simply because I was strapped to a chair was starting to rub me the wrong way.

"What do you think, Tank?" I mused, looking at the hound in my lap. "Where should the line be drawn?"

Was it better to be feared or loved?

You know what? Fuck it. Let the good times roll.

Like they never existed, the metal straps keeping me to the chair melted away, leaving me completely free to do what I wanted. But simply getting free wasn’t going to instill the proper level of respect that I deserved.

After all, all this was a result of me just not giving a damn. The base, the humans, the experiments. They could do it all simply because I was too lazy to care. But they damn well better understand that they want me to keep turning a blind eye to them.

Let them stay in their homes like ants, living their best life. The second they involve me, then I have to make them see the error of their ways.

Transforming the metal chair under me, I conjured my throne from Hell, complete with the skulls and bones of my enemies. Ever so slowly, the metal shifted with me still on it until it was bigger, more imposing, and the ground at my feet covered with the remains of those who underestimated me in the past.

Let their deaths be both a warning and a promise to everyone in this Sanctuary of what happens when the ants think they can take on a lion.