Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 54: Are You Satisfied?

Chapter 54: Are You Satisfied?

The women and I arrived in the hallway just in time to watch the two mutated zombies throwing the brothers over the railing and down to the waiting zombies.

As soon as the stupid zombies smelled dinner, their moans grew louder and louder until they almost managed to drown out the sound of the brothers’ screams.

"Fuck," muttered Prue from where she stood beside me. "I wish there were no zombies in this house at all."

Letting out a low moan of my own, just as my inner voice announced that a deal had been accepted, I turned to Prue. "If you take nothing from tonight, please just remember this: never wish for things if you can help it."

Both the mutated and smart zombies disappeared as soon as the deal was expected, and instead of the brothers landing on soft zombies, they landed on the hard floor.

"Where did the zombies go?" demanded Sunny, turning around to look at me. "I wished that they had a miserable death, so where is their miserable death?"

We could all hear Jeremiah’s and Isaac’s moans as they lay down on the floor, their limbs at odd angles.

Walking over until I was clutching the handrailing, I stared at the two very much alive men. "You’ll have to thank Prue for wishing the zombies away."

Honestly, I had no idea what was going to happen next. But the one thing I did know was that three brothers were going to die a miserable death tonight, no matter what.

Wait....

Three brothers...

Where’s Jimmy?

As if thinking his name managed to conjure the scumbag, Jimmy’s screams echoed throughout the now-silent house.

"Huh," I grunted, leaning my elbows on the railing as I stared down at the scene in front of me. "I can’t say I saw that coming."

Jimmy, still screaming bloody murder, ran out of the kitchen area, clutching his bleeding arm. His balance was off, and he kept stumbling as he looked over his shoulder, his face twisted in fear.

Tripping over a side table he had never noticed, his cries broke off as he tried to catch himself from hitting his head on the corner of the coffee table. "Save me!" he screamed, his frantic eyes searching around the house until they met mine on the second floor. "Get my brothers! Save me!"

Once again, it was like time seemed to slow down as the sound of laughter reached the women. Looking at each other, our eyes widened as goosebumps erupted over our bodies, and we couldn’t help but shiver at the sinister sound.

"What—" started Sunny, her eyes wide as she looked at me. "What is that?"

"Is it too late for the zombies to come back?" sputtered Prue as the sound of circus music started playing as if on speakers around the house.

"Huh," I grunted again, not quite able to say anything more. Ever so slowly, the sound of giggles and laughter got louder and louder as a single clown emerged from the darkness of the kitchen entry.

It was dressed like every clown I had ever seen, with bright red, puffy hair, a white face, and an overly large red-painted smile taking up half its head. Topped with a bright red nose and blue diamonds painted on its eyes, I almost overlooked the loose white one-piece costume. Different colored polka dots decorated the fabric, its sleeves and ankles pulled together to make an almost bell like cuff.

I had been staring at the clown for so long that it took longer than it should have to notice the giant carving knife in its glove-covered hand.

"Well, that is mildly terrifying," I murmured, looking over my shoulder at Elizabeth. "At least there was only one."

More laughter and giggles came out of the kitchen as Jimmy tried to get to his feet, his shoes slipping on the floor. Giving up trying to stand, he army crawled over to his big brothers as if they were going to be able to protect him.

"Save me!" he stuttered as even more clowns poured out of the kitchen entry, the knives in their hands raised high as they started randomly slashing at the air. Their laughter continued to echo around the living room as the three men on the floor stared at the killer clowns.

"Surely to God, they can’t run fast in those giant shoes," murmured Sunny, just as fascinated about what was going on downstairs as I was.

It turns out clowns can move extremely fast in those oversized red shoes.

Like a mob of psychos, at least 50 clowns descended on the three men, ripping them apart and stabbing down into their soft flesh, their happy laughter drowning out the screams and cries of the brothers.

"That is all kinds of fucked up," stated Prue. She was way too calm to be seeing the same thing that the rest of us were, as chunks of flesh and organs were thrown into the air like a weird type of confetti.

Turning away from the gruesome scene in front of me, I looked at the pale woman, her entire body trembling beside me.

Ah, she was in shock. That made more sense.

"Are we safe up here?" asked Emma, her voice soft like she didn’t want to attract the attention of the clowns. Unlike the stupid zombies that were here originally, I doubted the clowns would have a problem getting up the stairs.

As if her soft words were a harbinger of death, a giant crack of thunder exploded outside, followed quickly by several bolts of lightning. The loud noise caused the clowns to stop what they were doing to look around at where the sound came from.

Finally noticing us at the top of the step, the 50 or so clowns beneath us rose as one and cocked their heads to the side, studying us.

"I’m going to assume... no," I replied as the clowns, now covered in the blood and flesh of Isaac and his brothers, started skipping toward the bottom of the stairs, their giant smiles never disappearing.

For the first time in a while, I felt fear. I didn’t doubt that I would be safe from the disgusting creatures downstairs, but I wasn’t taking the chance with Elizabeth.

"Are you satisfied over their deaths?" I asked Sunny as, one step at a time, the clowns started to come toward us like flood waters rising.

"I am," assured Sunny quickly, her eyes darting back between me and the clowns. "Very satisfied. Our deal is done."

"Perfect," I smiled as the first clown stepped onto the landing of the second floor. "Now, there is only one thing left to do."