Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 511: The Final Piece of the Puzzle

Chapter 511: The Final Piece of the Puzzle

It didn’t feel like fire. It didn’t feel like thunder or divine revelation. There were no golden beams of light. No crackling magic. No voices from the heavens whispering that I was finally complete.

But that moment, when our bodies were connected as one. When Gluttony’s soul shard settled into me, it felt like I could finally breathe.

When you live with something so long, you tend to forget about it. If you are always in pain, after a while, you learn to ignore it. I never understood just how incomplete I was until I was finally whole.

Thanks to Beau, the final piece of the puzzle had slipped into place, and after 11,000 years, my soul was complete.

The bonus was that I didn’t even have to kill him for it to happen. Out of all the options that I had been given; remaining crazy, forcefully taking back his shard, merging our souls together, and everyone dying in a grand reset... I was glad that he offered up that piece of himself to me.

’Congrats’ whispered the female voice in my head. My voice in my head. ’How does it feel to no longer be crazy.’

’It sucks,’ I grumbled, making sure that I kept my mouth shut so as not to wake up Beau. ’Can I split my soul back up again? Cause that part was fun.’

The voice... my voice... chuckled. ’Crazy is a state of mind,’ she continued, and I felt the warmth of reassurance coming off the voice. ’You can be as crazy as you want to be. Just because you are whole, doesn’t mean that you can’t still have fun. You’re balance. Chaos is a given.’

Ever so softly, I snorted in agreement.

What can I say? When I was right, I was right.

Besides, the world had been a bit too quiet lately.

Whatever happened to the zombies? I kind of missed those guys. Maybe, for shits and giggles, I could always bring them back again to liven up everyone’s lives.

"I can hear you thinking," muttered Beau, a gentle smile on his face. He lay beside me, one arm draped over my waist, his skin still warm with the afterglow of everything we’d shared. "Wanna share with the class?"

"I’m feeling good," I admitted, a bright smile on my face as I stared up at the ceiling. "I’m thinking the world needs just a drop of fun. Maybe zombie rats, or more dumb zombies. You know, a reason to make sure that people wake up with a smile on their faces."

"The body snatching centipedes aren’t enough for you?" he groaned, rolling me over so that I was now lying on his chest. "Because I think it’s enough for Bishop."

"Bishop, Smishop," I grunted, not caring at all about that ex angel. "But fine. I’ll wait until the next zombie apocalypse. I’ll wait until the demons are lulled into a false sense of security and then BAM! A new apocalypse. Locusts? Killer Clowns? The possibilities are endless."

I really couldn’t control the smile on my face or the way that my heart beat within my chest as I thought about all the ways I could bring surprise and chaos into people’s lives.

Before, when I wasn’t whole, each wish had a downside... something that made the wish not quite perfect. I couldn’t control that.

But now? Now I could.

But where was the fun in that?

"I can feel you vibrating," chuckled Beau. "And whatever you are thinking, I am down for it," he assured me.

Humming happily, my good mood was quickly cut off as all the memories since the beginning of time rushed into my head.

While I had seen bits and pieces of my life before now, this was nothing like it. It hit me like a ton of bricks, each memory from the time of Eden, the bite of the apple, being tossed down into hell.

I remembered creating the Sins, and I remembered the pain of them walking away. I remembered sneering at myself for being too proud to call them back, to make them want me the way that I wanted them.

And I remember the first time I heard Pride and Greed inside my head.

I hissed in pain, even as I cringed away at the memories of abuse and death. And let me tell you, burning at the stake during the witch trials was probably the worst death I had experienced in all my head, and apparently, I had a lot of them.

Beau tenses, hearing my pain. "You okay?" he demanded, rolling me onto my back until he was looking down on me. "What hurts. Do you need me to get one of the guys? What’s going on?"

"I have a headache from you asking too many questions," I grumbled as the memories started to fade into the background. Not forgotten, but simply waiting for me to need them again.

Beau’s eyes searched my own as he continued to run his hands over my body.

"Look," I grumbled, stopping his hand. "I’m all up for another round, but there are a few things that I need to do first. Like use the washroom."

Rolling out from under him, I quickly made my way into the bathroom.

Relieving myself, I looked into the mirror and studied the girl staring back at me. I still looked the same. Still had my blue-ish silver hair, still had my milky white eyes. I still looked like a kid. In fact, I almost felt gyped, thinking that since so much had changed on the inside, that it should be reflected on the outside.

"Still beautiful," smiled Beau as he leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom. I narrowed my eyes. I needed to talk to Hallow about adding a few doors in the house. At least for the bathrooms.

"Still hungry," I smirked back. Snapping my fingers, I got dressed in a black and red princess dress, my hair in pig-tails, and my black Mary Janes shoes on my feet. "Let’s go see the rest of the guys."