Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 388: Kill For The Lies

Chapter 388: Kill For The Lies

"People needed hope," Carter replied smoothly. "And I gave it to them."

"You pissed on them and told them it was raining," Tank drawled from near the door. "And now you’re doing the same thing here."

Carter shifted on the mat. "The gods—"

"Are dead," whispered Dante, the smile on his face promising pain. "We killed them. Ripped their hearts out and the jungle ate what was left."

He stared at me, swallowing hard. "Impossible. They gave me visions. They told me—"

"No," Dante cut in, his voice like a blade even as he barked out a laugh. "You are so pathetic that you actually started to believe your own lies. You’re not a prophet. You’re a leech. You stole the memories and ideas from something you didn’t understand, and now you’re clinging to whatever scraps are left, hoping these people won’t notice you’re a fraud."

Carter licked his lips. "I kept them alive. Without those sacrifices, how would they have enough food for the rest to live? Supplies are running out, it’s a fact. Those who died did it to make sure that their loved ones continued to live on."

"You enslaved dem with fear ’n fed dem to the little beasties outside," Désiré whispered, each word slicing through the incense like a scalpel. "We know what you are. You can fool humans. But you can’t fool us. ’N guess what? Dem beasties now ’ave a taste of human flesh..."

Silence fell in the room, thick and pressing.

Then I stepped forward, gently reaching out to touch one of the bone totems dangling from the ceiling. It turned to dust under my fingers.

"You knew I was coming," I said lightly, spinning on my heel to face him. "You saw it, didn’t you? In your visions? I mean, that is what you said." I blinked my eyes innocently as I wiped my fingers on Rhys’ shirt.

The Seer didn’t answer, his entire being focused on Dante and Salvatore, who stood in front of him... The ones that he considered to be an actual threat.

"Then tell me something, Seer." My voice turned playful as I weaved through my guys until I was standing in front of the man. "If you saw me coming. If you know everything...Why didn’t you run?"

Wells opened his mouth, but no words came out.

How boring.

I turned to the guys with a shrug. "Put him on the kill list. He’s not worth killing yet. I still haven’t had enough fun yet. Let’s see what his adoring public thinks of him now."

The hut seemed to shrink as silence settled around us. Not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, sharp-edged quiet before a blade falls, as I turned back to the door, only to run face first into Selene.

The poor woman looked sick, her face alternating between red and white like she had just been slapped.

It was almost like some sort of poetic justice, the curtain falling on the Seer, and her understanding just how big of a fool she had been.

"Your brain must be worth a lot," I nodded to her sagely as I patted her on the shoulder.

"I don’t understand," she sputtered, looking around the room as if for someone to come out and say that we were just joking.

I could fix a lot of things, but I couldn’t fix stupid.

"She means that your brain is brand new... never been used," chuckled Beau as he looked at the other woman. "And I have to agree. How about this: I’ll just remove it, since you don’t seem to need it, and give it to a deserving person who needs it more."

"You lied to us?" she whispered, ignoring both me and Beau as she looked at the Seer. The expression of betrayal on her face was spectacular. Like a lover who had found her man with another woman.

Technically, I think she would have rather had that happen than to learn that her Seer wasn’t God’s chosen.

Carter didn’t look over at her. He was still too busy figuring out how to get out of this situation with his head still attached that he really didn’t care about her.

From over her shoulder, I could see the rest of the people outside the hut were starting to stir. They had heard our conversation...

"You don’t understand what I’ve done for them," Carter said finally, low and desperate as he pleaded to Dante. "You think I wanted to be here? I was trapped. Just like the rest of them. But I made this village survive."

"You made them worship you," I said, not bothering to keep the disgust from my voice. "You made them kill for you. And worse, you made them die for you."

"No," he snapped. "I gave them purpose. You think they’d still be alive without me?"

"Then maybe they should’ve died," scoffed Ronan with a yawn.

Before anyone could say anything else, the door flap was yanked open even more, and a wide-eyed village collapsed on the floor of the hut.

"There’s blood at the edge of the jungle. The hunting party...they’re gone. Something...something ate them," the man whispered, his voice trembling as he continued to relive the sight over and over again in his mind.

A scream pierced the air. Far off, but unmistakably human.

Then another.

Then silence.

"Your gods?" sneered Dante as he crouched down to Carter’s level, not bothering to hide the grin in his voice. "They’re gone. And the creatures hunting you? They’ve just found where you’ve been hiding."

Behind me, the guys shifted. There was a ripple of movement—Beau’s hand twitching toward his knife, Luca already scanning the trees beyond the hut, Tank inching toward the Seer with a hungry look.

The villagers began to gather outside, murmurs swelling into shouts, panic rising like the tide. Their faith was fracturing. All it needed was one final push. The inhuman cry of something just below us was enough to give them that nudge.

Dante turned toward the flap of the hut. "Time to go."

"No!" Carter shouted, stepping in front of the door. "You can’t just leave. You need to fix this. You will fix this!"

"We really don’t," I said softly. "And if you had seen us coming like you said you did, then you should know that we rarely truly fix what is broken."

Carter reached for me, and in a blink, he was on the ground, blood blooming beneath him. Salvatore stood over him, eyes glowing, not even breathing hard.

"You were warned," Salvatore muttered.

Behind us, villagers burst into the hut, weapons raised, blind faith in their eyes as they readied themselves to kill for the lie they believed in simply because the alternative was that much worse.

And all I could do was laugh.

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