Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 340: Leather’s Leather

Chapter 340: Leather’s Leather

"Snow," announced Beau, unhelpfully. He looked around in wonder, like he had never seen the stuff before, but I was young enough to remember the snowstorm at the beginning of the apocalypse.

He lifted his hand to the flakes that were starting to fall around us, and the wind picked up, whipping the snowflakes into a frizzy.

"It’s like we are inside a snow globe," murmured Dante. Even my big, bad mafia man seemed to be completely enchanted by the weather.

What the fuck was going on? Where were we? The last time I checked, Region L was nice and warm.

A series of sneezes caught me off guard, and my body started to shiver. The snow was heavy and wet, and the longer I stood in it, the crankier I got. Snapping my fingers, I gave us all winter coats, but it seemed like the damage had been done.

Even with the fur jacket I was wearing, I wasn’t getting any warmer. "Ugh, guys," I muttered as the snow continued to fall. However, instead of the beautiful snowflakes, these ones seemed to have hidden tiny razor blades in them. Every time they touched my exposed skin or so much as brushed against me, I started bleeding. "I don’t think this is normal."

Beau started swearing as Tank shifted into his other form. Shaking his body, hellfire exploded, covering him from head to tail in its warmth. The snow around him started to melt, but the second it got two feet away, it froze to solid ice, making it almost impossible to move.

"We stay here; we freeze to death," announced Luca, clearly on the same wavelength as me.

"We have no idea where we are or where we need to go," replied Dante with a shake of his head. "If we leave, we die."

"Well," I interjected, my teeth chattering so hard that I could barely speak. I thought I could do cold, but clearly, I could only do Region L’s cold. Cause this whole thing was bullshit. It was almost impossible to feel my fingers, and my toes were just as bad. "We need to leave now. The snow is getting worse."

"Can’t wes wish it away?" asked Dimitri, looking up at the sky. It was the same color as the ground, and the only reason why I could assume that he was looking at the sky was because he had both feet on the ground and was looking up.

"Nope," I replied as Tank leaned against me. It was impossible for his flames to hurt me. Not only because they belonged to him, and he couldn’t hurt me, but I had created hellfire. "I don’t particularly want to see what the universe would change out for the snow."

"Might be fun," purred Désiré. "A lot more fun den me freezin’ my dick off."

Raising a brow, I didn’t bother to respond to that statement.

"There are life forms in that direction," said Chang Xuefeng, his eyes looking just off to our right. "Only 28, but there should be shelter there."

"Decided," nodded Salvatore.

Tank nudged me with his massive head, and I climbed on his back, grateful for his warmth. The two of us went first, melting a path. The snow was rising rapidly until now. The banks on either side of Tank and I were easily six feet high, if not more.

Désiré, the only other fire user, walked in the middle, re-melting the ice as soon as it froze over, keeping the path a bit safer. It was slow moving, and even with Tank’s heat, I was still cold.

It had seeped into my bones, and it was like nothing I could do would warm me up. "How much further?" I asked. I had stopped shivering, which I was taking as a good sign, but there was nothing I could do about my teeth.

"Ten minutes," replied Chang Xuefeng, clearly not happy about the distance. "Thanks to Tank, we’re making good time, but it’s still far."

Nodding my head, I flattened myself out as much as I could against Tank’s heat. I probably should be worried about the guys or feel bad for them, but I was too busy worrying about myself to really make my frozen brain work.

It just went to prove that when it came to survival, it was every Devil for herself.

Closing my eyes, hoping that a nap would make things go by faster, I closed out the world, wondering if I would wake up.

Stupid house. I just wanted my room!

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"What de ever-lovin’ fuck," growled Ronan, keeping his voice soft as Hattie fell asleep. Her skin was beyond white. In fact, it was so pale that it was almost transparent, and her blue veins could easily be seen. "Wheres are we?"

"If I had to guess, I’d say up north somewhere," replied Dante, pulling up the collar of the black ski jacket that Hattie had given all of them. He was secretly hoping that she would have also given them hats, scarves, and mitts, but he guessed that she had forgotten about them.

Finding a hood on the back of his jacket, he quickly pulled it up and tried to get warm.

"No shit Sherlock," scoffed Beau, the easygoing smile gone from his face. "Where up north? Region M, Region Y?"

"Even further," shrugged Luca as he looked around at the massive path they were carving in the deep snow. Without Tank melting everything first, it would have been impossible for them to get through the landscape. They would have frozen in the first five minutes of entering this location. "I’m thinking Country N."

"Yous kiddin’ right?" demanded Dimitri. "Don’t everyone ’ere live in igloos and take dogs ta work?"

"Do you have a better idea?" snapped Luca before turning to look at the sleeping girl for a moment. "Country M doesn’t get this cold."

"It’s the apocalypse; it could happen," interjected Chang Xuefeng. "But the country doesn’t matter. What does is finding shelter. I don’t know if you’ve noticed it or not, but the temperature keeps dropping with every passing minute."

"And what happens if de life forms donna want us with dem?" asked Ronan, cocking his head to the side.

"Den we kill dem ’n use deir carcass ta stay warm," shrugged Dimitri. "Leather’s leather, no matter what skin it be taken from."