Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 58: Wish Properly

Chapter 58: Wish Properly

Tank let out a long sigh, really not in the mood to deal with any of this shit. His instincts were screaming at him to protect the woman in his arms, and they were riding him hard.

He was about to open his mouth to snarl at Dante when the sound of a savage snarl came out of his arms. Startled, he looked down at the small woman in his arms, her face twisted in rage as she leaned forward, her teeth bared.

"Hush, now, Lamb," he chuckled, taking a step back just in case she tried to launch herself out of his arms and attack Dante. "He didn’t mean it."

"The fuck I didn’t," snapped Dante, coming to his full height. His overly fancy fur-lined coat was open and flapping in the wind, creating the effect of a bad guy in a movie. "And what the fuck is that?!"

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Dante stared at the small snarling creature perched on Tank’s arm as if she owned him. Her face was an absolute mess of staples and scars. Her light blue hair was weighted down with the falling snow, and the black bows struggled to hold the pigtails together.

He struggled with the attraction he felt toward her. Every part of him was screaming to snatch her away from Tank and hide her in his penthouse suite. The desire was so bad he had to clench his hands to keep from acting out.

She wasn’t the type he normally went for... usually, he preferred a little meat on the bones of his women, but that didn’t seem to mean anything right now.

The look of rage on her face was absolutely fascinating, making him want to press her buttons a little more, just to see how she would react. However, it was her white eyes that completely held him captive as she stared at his...

Nose?

"You’re blind," he stated, unable to control the words coming out of his mouth.

"And you’re a genius," she snarled back, gripping Tank even harder. There was a brown teddy bear in her arms, just as beat up and wet as she was, but the contrast between the toy bear and the monster currently holding her was enough to make him want to smile.

"Lamb," murmured Tank, his lips almost grazing her skin as he spoke. He was lucky they were touching her, or Dante was going to have to find a way to rip them off his face. "He’s the boss around here. Remember, you didn’t want to get into trouble?"

"Remember you saying that I was?" Tank’s Lamb snapped back, her blank stare never leaving Dante’s face. It settled him more than it should to know that he was still her center of attention.

’Huh,’ purred a voice in his head that he had never heard before. ’You might just be what the Demon ordered.’

Shaking his head, worried that he was suddenly hearing voices, he broke the attention of the woman in Tank’s arms.

"You will not touch him. Do you understand me?" said the woman, clearly collecting herself as Tank silently chuckled. "I won’t be happy if you do."

"Is your happiness supposed to matter to us?" replied Bishop, a slight chuckle to his voice as he gave Dante a moment to collect himself. The snow was falling down harder now, and the four of them were practically covered in it.

"You’re not wearing a jacket," grunted Bishop, his eyes widening for a second as he realized what had been bothering him since he first saw her. She was wearing nothing more than a short black dress with no sleeves, black gloves, black knee-high socks, and black Mary Jane shoes.

She should have been freezing, and yet she wasn’t shivering or anything.

"Would if I could, but I can’t," shrugged the woman as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. "And it wasn’t important enough to wish for one."

A look of surprise crossed over Tank’s face as he looked at the woman. "Nope. Not having this. I’m bringing her inside and up to my room. You wanna go? We’ll go up there."

Shifting past Dante like he wasn’t their leader with the power of life and death over him, Tank marched straight into the skyscraper and past the ten guards in the lobby.

Quickly walking over to the emergency stairs on one side, he let out a long sigh. "I wish the fucking elevators worked. Hell, I wish we had power and running water in this place, too."

The small woman in his arms quickly covered his mouth with her hands and hissed at him. "You don’t make wishes like that. If you don’t know how to do it properly, then you don’t do it at all!"

The glare she was giving him was not nearly as terrifying as she thought it was, and Tank started to take the stairs, one at a time, to give him more time with the precious treasure he had found.

"Fine, then tell me how to wish properly," he chuckled.

"What are you willing to give up for electricity, a working elevator, and running water?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. Before he could answer, she quickly interjected, cutting him off. "And don’t say one of your nuts. I guess that is a thing... but no. Pick something else. Something that won’t actually harm you."

The way her face looked so serious wiped the smile off Tank’s face as he continued to head upstairs. If she was taking this seriously, then he would, too.

"I would give up tomorrow night’s dinner for a working elevator," he said seriously. He loved to eat, but going one night without food wouldn’t hurt him. "And for the electricity and running water... what do you suggest?"

The woman looked stunned as she clung to his neck. "I don’t know. It has to be an equal sacrifice, so what would you give up for electricity and running water?"

Tank made it up two more floors before figuring it out. "I’d give up my favorite gun and knife," he decided at last. The two were extremely important to him, but more for sentimental reasons than anything else.

And it wasn’t like he couldn’t replace them with something else.

"Deal accepted," smiled the woman happily, as if she had done something special for him. "On the next floor, take the elevator."

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