Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 342: You And What Army?

Chapter 342: You And What Army?

"Two of us are fire-type users," replied Luca, his face impassive as he gave a reasonable explanation as to why they could survive in the cold. It wasn’t like he was lying; between Tank and Désiré, it was possible to keep the ten of them warm.

They just wouldn’t have the power to keep it up for an entire week.

"Fire-type users?" asked the man. He looked almost like beefed out version of Santa. His grey hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and his beard, while long, was well kept. He was also wearing a red and black plaid flannel shirt and faded out jeans. On his feet were a massive pair of winter boots that went up mid-calf. "What the hell is that?"

Dante blinked, quickly exchanging a look with Luca. "You don’t know?" he asked, his head cocked to the side as he studied the other man. Was he actually ignorant or simply playing ignorant to get the upper hand?

"Would I be asking if I knew?" sneered the man. "I have better things to do with my time than talk to you."

In response, Désiré pushed forward and held out his hand. Under the watchful eye of the Country N man, he created a fireball in his palm. "Dat be a fire-type power," chuckled Désiré as he quickly closed his hand, extinguishing the flame in a single movement.

"They’re mutants!" hissed another male voice coming from the shadows. Unlike the other man, this one decided to stay hidden, but his voice easily gave away his position. "What the fucking hell is going on here? Mutants are nothing more than a movie and shit."

"You seriously don’t have any powers?" asked Luca. Without saying anything, Tank backed away so that he was closest to the exit while the others formed a barrier between him and the residents. Hattie’s safety and security came first.

"If we could light a fire without fuel, do you really think we’d be freezing our tits off like this?" demanded a third voice. This one came from behind them, and Tank let out a low growl even as he hunched down as much as he could.

With Hattie sleeping on his back, he needed to make himself as small as possible.

"Without powers, hows do ya fight de zombies?" asked Dimitri, pulling his knife out of its sheath and starting to clean under his nails.

"What zombies?" demanded the first man, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he returned Luca’s stare.

The men completely froze at his comment. They had assumed that every country in the world was dealing with their own zombie apocalypse, but could it only be limited to Country M and Country K?"

"You don’t have mutated zombies with giant heads?" asked Luca, his eye narrowing on the man in front of him.

"Stupid zombies that are super easy to kill?" continued Chang Xuefeng. While he hadn’t felt the life form of any zombies, he thought that was normal since they weren’t technically alive anymore.

"Killer clowns or zombie wolves?" pressed Dante, every muscle in his body tense as he waited for the man’s reply.

"We don’t have mutated zombies, stupid zombies, or killer clowns," agreed the man with a nod of his head. "We’ve got snowstorms, natural disasters, and climate change."

"But no superpowers or zombies?" Not even Ronan could believe what the man was saying. "What about the vaccine? Didn’t you get it?"

"Vaccine?" mused the man before shaking his head. "No. That was a Country M thing; our government didn’t support it since it had to be created in Country M, and our politicians couldn’t profit off it."

"No zombies," nodded Beau with a slight smile on his face. "The snow is looking better and better. I say that we stay here for a while. There’s nothing to do anyway. I’ll take Hattie out when she wakes up to build a snowman or two."

Dante hummed in agreement while Luca simply shrugged his shoulders. "Why not?" he smiled. "Let’s find a place to crash for the night and see what Hattie wants to do in the morning."

The rest of the men agreed and they walked further down the hall like there wasn’t a massive man blocking the way.

"Sorry ’bout that," smiled the man, pulling an axe from his back and holding it loosely in his hand. "There’s no room here. Why don’t you go outside and find another place to sleep for the night? After all, you are all supermen now, aren’t you? You wouldn’t want to slum it with us mere mortals."

"Insist?" asked Salvatore, cocking his head to the side as a smile started to form on his face. With 28 souls in this building and eight of them able to fight, the odds were almost fair. Looking over at Dimitri, who was already eyeing down the human blockade, he knew that Wrath had the same plan as him.

"50/50?" he asked, his smile now fully formed.

"Like I’m sharin’," scoffed Dimitri. "Dere’s only 28 of dem. I can handle dat in my sleep."

"You and what army?" demanded one of the men in the shadows, clearly offended by Dimitri’s words.

"Weren’t you listenin’?" chuckled Dimitri. "I donna need an army. Me alone is enough."

"Wrath," yawned Hattie, cutting off the conversation. "Stop playing with your food. We either get a place to crash, or we take the entire building. Let them choose."

"You heard de lady," smiled Ronan, still cradling his rifle in his arm. "What’s yer choice?"

"You really think you will win, don’t you?" demanded the man, still not backing down.

"Yes," answered Hattie, pulling out a lollypop from her space. Dante wanted to warn her not to show the strangers exactly what she could do, but the way the man was staring at her, that cat was already out of the bag.

Walking over to Tank, Dante held out his hand and helped her down.

"You look like a man who has survived this a few times," she continued, looking at him with her all-seeing eyes. The men behind her shifted, almost feeling sorry for the giant lumberjack. They knew just how uncomfortable that look could be. "Have you ever seen me?"

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