Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 330: Failed Experiments

Chapter 330: Failed Experiments

The screams and snarls coming from the outside world were nothing more than a symphony of mockery as Bishop realized just how bad things had gotten.

Looking out the window from his 15th floor office, he could easily see the puddles of blood and limbs reflecting in the subtle moonlight. Little figures raced around in the darkness, bumping into each other even as the Z-Pack continued to herd them into a single group.

There was something almost hypnotic about it all like dolphins swimming around a pool of fish to make it easier to make the kill. The animals, more zombie than human, more wolf than zombie, criss-crossed with one another as they snapped at the heels of the poor citizens.

"We need to do something," snarled Réne, no longer able to sit on the couch. "We can’t just let everyone die like this. We promised a safe haven from the outside world. What will happen if it gets out that our walls are better at keeping people in than they are at letting them out?"

"That’s your takeaway?" sneered Bishop. His hands tightened into fists unconsciously as the door to his office opened and closed. "We have to protect our reputation? What about all the people dying? What about them? Where is the concern for them?"

"Oh, Honey," murmured Sophia as she rubbed Bishop’s back. Not once did she bother to look outside; instead, she gave her entire attention to the man in front of her. "This is a new type of world," she continued. "We can’t save everyone. Even an angel has to understand that, right?"

"What do you mean, angel?" demanded Alicia from where she was sitting on the couch. "There is no such thing as angels and demons."

"There is a lot more to this world than you know," smiled Sophia, looking over at her best friend. Even with everything going on, life was good. Libby was tucked away in bed, a guard at her door, and there was no way for a zombie of any kind to penetrate the central tower of New Dawn Sanctuary. She and hers were safe, and that was all that mattered.

"No, there isn’t," replied Alicia. Bishop turned away from the massacre going on beneath him and saw the look of disgust on Alicia’s face. "There are humans, and there are monsters. That is it. If you aren’t human..."

She let her voice trail off as she looked up to meet Bishop’s gaze. "Are you human, or are you a monster?"

"Apparently, I am more human than you," answered Bishop with disgust as he sent up a quick prayer for those who lost their lives this night. "I understand that we can’t save everyone," he continued, pulling away from Sophia’s touch. "But that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t be able to at least protect those in my own house."

"Bleeding hearts of the world, unite," chuckled Alicia as she got up and went over to the wet bar at the far end of Bishop’s office. Pouring herself a glass of whiskey, she then held out a second one to Sophia. "People like you really are too good for this world."

Bishop stiffened at the look on her face but quickly dismissed it. As much as Alicia liked to think that she controlled everything, she was nothing more than Réne’s wife and didn’t have much to do with the day to day affairs of the base.

In short, she liked to talk big but didn’t have the power to back it up.

"In this new world, power is the measuring stick," Alicia smirked as if able to read Bishop’s mind. "You either have it or you don’t. If you don’t, you better find a thigh to hug with more power or be prepared to meet your doom.

"I disagree," interrupted Réne, finally weighing in. "In this world, it is up to the strong to protect the weak. After all, there is no guarantee that you won’t find someone stronger than yourself. Wasn’t that the whole reason why we set up this base? To be a sanctuary for those who couldn’t protect themselves?"

"Of course," smiled Alicia as she sat back down on the couch. "After all, this will be the primary base for the entire Country M. People will come here from across the country looking for a place to finally be able to rest."

"Which circles back to the whole point that we can’t be seen attacking our own people," nodded Réne. "As much as I would love to save them, the dead are the only ones who are capable of keeping secrets."

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"Whoever said that dead men tell no tails clearly never lived through a zombie apocalypse," I sighed, watching the mayhem going on in the hallway. I still had the majority of Tank’s pack behind me, and Tank was at my side, but the chaos that ten hellhounds could wreak was nothing short of spectacular.

They had all the doors in the hallway opened, and the beings stumbling out of them were nothing short of fantastical.

Some were mutated zombies with no mouth on their heads, but their stomachs had a gaping set of teeth that opened and closed, ready for their next meal. "What do you call them?" I asked, looking over at Gerald.

The man’s tech looked pale as he frantically looked around for an exit. It was clear that he was not built for the type of work he had been assisting, but a lot of things were easier to digest when they were on paper versus in person.

If I had any pity or compassion, I would have ended his life quickly, but just because he hid behind the mask of innocence didn’t mean he shouldn’t face the consequences of his actions.

"Failures," answered Gerald, looking down at me with an expression that spoke volumes. "Everything on this floor is a failed experiment."

"Why do I think you are trying to tell me something?" I purred at him, a bright smile on my face as he stepped on one of the bones under my throne.

"Because the hounds are clearly a failed experiment, and so are you," came his reply.

Oh, the poor delusional man.

"I’m not the experiment," I replied. "You are. I just have to wonder if you are going to survive the next series of tests."