Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 39: Will You Take Care Of Me?

Chapter 39: Will You Take Care Of Me?

I never felt that being blind was that much of a disadvantage. I had my home’s layout memorized, and except for the few times that the Shit Stains had changed the furniture, I could get around the place better than them.

When I was being carried by one of the guys, I didn’t really need my sight... hell, I didn’t even need my legs at that point.

But now, walking down an abandoned highway with cars, trucks, and litter everywhere, I was going to break my neck if I didn’t come up with a solution.

Greed and the rest of the demons led me around the bigger obstacles as best they could, but I think my shins were going to be permanently dented from the number of small things I walked into.

"Hold out your hand," grunted Pride, clearly having come to the same conclusion as I had. Following his directions, I held out my hand, not holding Teddy, only for a thin stick to be placed in it. "Use this to figure out what to avoid. Clearly, we are shit at that assignment."

"Speak for yourself," sneered Lust, and I felt him looming over my shoulder. "It’s not my fault there are so many broken cars on this road. Whose idea was it to go this way, anyways?"

"Mine," I signed. Lowering the stick so that one end was touching the ground, I waved it back and forth against the road, making note of where it had hit something.

This was going to be another skill I was going to have to learn if I wanted to make it on my own.

"Well..." started Lust before drifting off. I could hear the embarrassment in his voice through just that one word, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

"It’s fine," I shrugged, clutching Teddy even harder to my chest. "I’m just done walking."

As soon as I said those words, I felt the demons around me still, and I realized that I was no longer alone.

"Well, well, well. What’s do we’s ’ave ’ere?" The voice was clearly male, and had either smoked a pack a day or had a serious alcohol problem given how rough his voice was.

Then again, based on the smell coming off him, I was going to go with both.

I felt a hand on my shoulder before my vision was restored.

And suddenly, I wish I was blind again.

The man could have been mistaken for a swamp creature because of how dirty he was. His white shirt was no longer white; instead, it was covered in mud and blood. He wore a pair of cut-off jean shorts so short that I wish I could scrub my brain to forget the sight of them.

Two men flanked him on either side, their outfits practically the same as the one who spoke. However, the one on the right wore a red hat and had a few teeth missing, while the one on the left had his brown hair combed to the side. He clearly put some effort into getting dressed this morning.

It wasn’t until I saw the string of women behind the three men that I realized that they were a lot like Père. Each woman was tied by her wrists to another rope that was held by the man in the middle, and they looked like death.

Each one had straggly hair, their skin so pale that you could see the light blue veins poking through. They wore rags, but the rags covered every last inch of skin except their face and hands. Ordered from what looked to be oldest to youngest, I wondered what they might wish for... if given the chance.

"Mister?" I asked, my eyes going wide as I made my voice a bit higher. If I really was wearing the dress I thought I was... the one with the ruffles under my skirt and the bows at my neck, these men didn’t stand a chance. "Where are you, Mister?"

The three men simply stared at me, while the first woman behind looked at me with nothing short of terror. Did I scare her? Or was she scared for me?

I never had anyone scared for me. I might stay with them for a while to experience what that felt like.

The man in the middle waved his hand in front of my face, and it was everything I could do not to roll my eyes. Yes, I’m blind, in case the stick and white eyes didn’t give it away.

Stupid men.

But idiots could be useful, too, I guess.

"Mister, are you still there? Why aren’t you saying anything?" I pitched my voice so that it sounded like a cross between a whine and a pout as I stuck my bottom lip out.

I needed people to make wishes so the demons could become stronger. They were people. I would take what I needed from them and walk away when they became boring.

As far as I was concerned, I was the predator, and they were the prey. They just didn’t understand that.

But they would.

"Mister?" I sighed, forcing a single tear out of my eye. "Please don’t leave me alone. I’m scared."

I saw the instant the man in the middle managed to come out of his head at my voice. Shaking it, he blinked a few times before sharing a look with his brothers.

"I’s still ’ere,’ he purred, stepping forward until I was inches away from his chest.

I felt my eyes starting to water at his pungent smell, and I held back the puke that tried to come up.

Tilting my head back so that my nose wasn’t as close to the source, I blinked a few times. "Will you take care of me?"

I heard one of the women making a moan of protest before she was slapped silent. It was weird how identifiable the sound of flesh hitting flesh was. I didn’t even have to see what happened in order to know that she was knocked to the ground.

"Oui, Cheri, I’ll take good care of you."