Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 67: Freed

Chapter 67: Freed

Letting out a bellow of rage, Tank quickly followed me out of the building, pulling me into his chest. Spinning us around, I saw that Dante was now standing behind the glass walls, Mathis at his side with the doors firmly shut behind us.

"I really hate people," I muttered under my breath. It sucked even more that I was feeling a slight connection to Mathis. But you win some, you lose some.

"Don’t worry about them, I am here," growled Tank, tightening his grip on me. "I will protect you."

The man was really all about protecting me... even if it meant his death.

"You know they are trying to kill you, too, right?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. "Are you okay with that?"

Tank shrugged his shoulders as the laughter and the giggles got louder and louder. Spinning us around so that we were no longer facing the building, Tank sucked in a breath.

"Is that what I think it is?" he demanded, pulling me behind him so that he could act as my shield.

Leaning slightly around him, I peeked my head out from under his arm. "Killer Clowns?" I asked, nodding my head. "Yeah, I’ve met them before. Great for parties if you don’t mind cleaning up the blood after."

Tank let out a bark of laughter that seemed to surprise him. "Between zombies and clowns, I think the world has gone to shit."

"We’re all a little crazy here; why can’t the rest of the world be, too?" I replied, not really caring how my words came out.

The flurries stopped entirely, showing off a few hundred clowns. They were all dressed the same as they were at Elizabeth’s mansion, the butcher knives held high in their hands as their enormous red shoes crunched down in the snow.

The pristine white stuff on the ground was now splattered with red and green blood, and I could see some bodies twitching in the cold.

"Do you want to deal with the zombies or the clowns?" I asked, my eyes never leaving the human corpses that were now starting to turn slightly green. "I have to admit, when you guys throw a party, you really do go all out."

Tank checked his magazines, counting each bullet. "I don’t have enough bullets," he admitted after a moment.

At his admission, the clowns broke out into even louder laughter as they nudged each other, pointing at Tank as if he was the butt of their joke. Their mouths moved as if they were speaking to each other, but the only sound that could be heard was their laughter.

It was fine if Tank ran out of bullets. I still had enough bullets and guns to make sure that the two of us were walking out of here alive.

"You haven’t picked yet," I reminded him as the first corpse rose unsteadily to his feet, swaying for a moment as it tried moving its limbs.

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"Are you ready to die?" asked a voice inside Tank’s head. He paused his task, completely freezing as a mysterious darkness seemed to be awakened in him.

’If it means she stays alive,’ shrugged Tank, going back to counting his bullets for a second time. He still had a few knives on him if it really came down to it. But knives meant close combat... and that meant leaving the little Lamb to fend for herself.

"You are that dedicated to the Queen, then?" mused the voice, sounding... possessive. While Tank might not know exactly who the Queen was, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that the voice was probably talking about the Lamb.

’I’ve turned my back on the one man who has saved my life over and over again for her. I am hers, body and mind,’ replied Tank, taking in a deep breath. Narrowing his eyes on the clowns, he let his head go blank.

"What about your soul? Are you willing to gamble that away to your little Lamb?" asked the voice.

Tank chuckled out loud as he raised his gun and pointed it at the nearest clown. ’I am pretty sure that the Devil has already claimed it,’ he replied. ’But yes, she owns every last part of me.’

"Then make a wish and have all your dreams come true," laughed the voice. "And you won’t have to worry about the Devil, not when she claims you."

’I won’t wish. She doesn’t want me to,’ sneered Tank, firing the first shot. The bullet managed to find its target right between the eyes of the clown, but the clown remained unphased. It cocked its head to the side, its wide mouth and eyes opening in laughter as red blood poured out of the wound.

"The sacrifice has already been determined," answered the voice. "Whatever you wish for, you’ll get it in exchange for serving the Queen with your body, your mind, and your soul. What more could you want?"

Tank’s eyes went wide as the sound of a gun firing beside him echoed in the cold winter’s day. Quickly turning his head, he watched as the body of one of his fellow soldiers dropped to the ground, dead for the second time today.

"I wish to protect you from anything and everything. I wish for unlimited bullets so that I never run out. I wish to be by your side until you die of old age. I wish for the power to be able to do it all."

As soon as Tank made his declaration, he felt something shift inside of him as the darkness grew. It spread out through every muscle, vein, and cell in his body until he felt invincible. His muscles grew, threatening the seams of his suit and jacket.

His eyes narrowed as he stared forward. To his surprise, he could see the weak points of every clown in front of him.

"It’s nice to be freed," growled the voice inside his head. The words and the tone made Tank’s body vibrate as he felt something inside of his head stretch out, its claws digging into his mind. His vision turned purple and orange for a moment before everything went back to normal. "And it’s nice to finally beat the Sins at something."

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