Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 74: “Dante Wants You”

Chapter 74: “Dante Wants You”

As if to prove Envy’s words, the ’dead’ clown sat up suddenly, its head slowly turning around so that it could see René and the rest of the guys. A soft chuckle escaped its mouth as it laid back down, only to flip back up to its feet, its knife firmly in its hand.

"Dat’s not good," grunted Dimitri, unable to hide just how impressed he was with the creature.

Seeing that the head clown was no longer acting, the other clowns dropped their hands and started skipping forward, humming a tuneless song under their breath as they approached the other.

Luca turned to look at René, unable to hide the smirk on his face. It was a little-known fact that their fearless leader was absolutely terrified of clowns. He was literally living his worst nightmare right now, and this time, there was no waking him up.

Raising his gun, René unloaded the magazine into the lead clown, filling it full of bullets. At first, it stumbled back a few steps as the bullets entered its legs and chest, but then it got used to the onslaught.

Undeterred, the clown continued forward as more and more chunks of flesh were removed from its body. Lifting its knife, it brought it down on René’s head, intending to kill him.

Tossing his empty gun to the side, René blocked the attack, spinning around until he took the clown down to the ground. Pinning its arms behind its back, René pulled out a set of handcuffs and handcuffed the clown.

"Vraiment?" sneered Ronan and Salvatore at the same time. "Dat’s your solution ta dis little problem?" continued Ronan as the rest of the guys looked at René like he was crazy. "Arrest de clowns?!?"

"I donna ’ave enough cuffs for dis," grunted Désiré, rolling his eyes. Even the crowd of clowns behind their leader was looking at René like he had a screw loose or something.

"Yous got a better idea?" snapped René, coming to his feet. "’Cause I donna."

"Clearly," sighed Luca.

"This is actually painful to watch," sighed Greed inside Luca’s head. "Bullets don’t work. Try taking their heads?"

’You don’t know how to kill them either?’ demanded Luca, somewhat flabbergasted that there was something on earth that the demons didn’t know how to deal with.

"That is not normal," grunted Greed, and Luca could picture him pointing to the horde of clowns. "That is nothing short of a nightmare... and not one of mine. Take their heads. If it works, great; if not... try blowing them up."

"If it is any consolation, we think you stand a 70/30 percent chance of surviving the attack," murmured Lust as he spoke to Désiré.

’I’s assume dat’s 70 percent chance that we win?’ mused the human. He was willing to take those odds. It never hurts to let fate roll the dice.

"No, 70 percent chance that they can kill you, 30 percent chance that you can walk out of here alive," chuckled Lust, taking more pleasure in that statement than he should. "But that’s still better than anyone else, including René and his cock sucker."

"Take de head," announced Luca just as Désiré was trying to think of a comeback. "I’s got no idea hows we gonna blow shit up."

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Tank paused, letting me finish the bite of gumbo that was in my mouth before he lifted up the spoon to give me another one.

"You know, I can feed myself," I said, not trying to hide my smile. This was the first time I can remember anyone feeding me like I was something precious... and to have someone cooking for me? I think I died and went to heaven.

"I am sure that you can," agreed Tank before asking me to open my mouth. "But you are severely malnourished. I am going to put some meat on your bones if it is the last thing I do."

Mathis grunted, and I could hear him softly chewing his own bowl of the delicious goodness. Seriously, I prided myself on my gumbo, but this was restaurant-worthy.

Before I could take my next bite, there came a loud knock at the door.

"Yeah?" grunted Tank, not bothering to get up from his seat at the table.

The front door opened softly, and I could hear multiple footsteps entering the apartment. Whatever was going on had Mathis tense while Tank was strangely unaffected.

"Open your mouth, Lamb," he instructed, and I did as I was told. This gumbo really was better than it should have been. It wasn’t fair.

"Victor," grunted one of the newcomers. I had never heard his voice before, but since Tank didn’t seem to be worried, I wasn’t either. "Dante wants to see you. Bring the freak."

Tank went still, and I could now smell a whole new tension in the air. Some people were scared, others were... happy... and others refused to feel anything.

Huh, this might actually be interesting. I wonder what Dante wanted.

"Not until she is done her lunch," replied Tank, shaking himself free of his tension.

"Dante doesn’t wait for anyone. You know that," announced the man, a bite to his voice. I really wasn’t happy with him. Not only was he disturbing my lunch, but he was snapping at Tank.

"Then it’s about time he learns how to," I shrugged, opening my mouth again. Dante was on my shit list, and Tank was mine. If Dante really thought that he was going to force Tank to do anything, even hurry up, then he had another thing coming."

"You will shut your mouth before I shut it for you," snarled the man, and I could hear the low growl coming from Tank at his disrespect.

Reaching forward, I laid my hand on Tank’s forearm, using his eyes to see what was going on.

Unfortunately for me, Tank’s entire focus was on my face and the spoon hovering in front of it.

"Lucien," murmured Mathis, putting his spoon down on the table with a soft click. Even his movements were enough to take Tank’s attention away from feeding me.

The man really was like a dog with a bone, making sure that I was fed to his satisfaction. The only problem was that if I ate much more, my stomach was going to rebel.

After over a decade of only one meal or less a day, it really wasn’t used to all this food.

Never even when it tasted so good.

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