Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 80: Sleep Walking

Chapter 80: Sleep Walking

Have you ever had one of those dreams where you knew that you were dreaming?

I could feel Tank’s hand as he gripped my own as I slept in his bed. He chose to kneel on the floor beside the bed, close enough to guard me, but not in the same bed. But what was the most strange was what I was dreaming about.

I walked through the hallways of the Dragon’s Lair, able to see everything perfectly. I could tell who slept behind what door and what they were dreaming of. Slipping effortlessly through the closed door, I could see their dreams, their deepest desires.

And I granted wish after wish from people who never even knew about it. With every step I took, I could feel my strength growing, and in turn, I strengthened the Sins.

Making my way up to the top floor, I entered the last bedroom, only to be sucked into a nightmare.

The sounds of anguished screams reached my ears before my vision settled enough that I was able to see what was going on.

I seemed to be in the basement of an abandoned structure of some kind. The fires coming from random barrels were the only source of light as the screams got louder and louder.

There was soft feminine laughter coming from the center of the room while the rhythmic sound of a whip slashing through flesh became more and more pronounced.

Turning my head, I studied the woman, sitting in a plain wooden chair, her legs crossed, one over the other as she stared forward. Her hands were folded demurely on her knees, the epitome of elegance, as she watched the scene in front of her.

Her dark brown hair was draped over one shoulder, partially covering the business dress she was wearing, the tan color highlighting her skin in the flames. I marveled how she was able to walk in this building considering how high her heels were, but I guess that was a matter of preference.

Give me my Mary Janes any day of the week.

"I bet you didn’t see this coming, did you?" she purred, shifting her body into a more comfortable position. "But you were always arrogant like that."

A moan came out of the darkness, and I stepped forward, wanting to see just what the shadows were hiding. A man with black pants and a white dress shirt stood lazily between the woman and the darkness, a whip in his hand. But that wasn’t what fascinated me about this scene.

No, that was reserved for the man chained between two pillars, his arms stretched out in both directions as his head slumped forward. Only the tips of his bare toes could touch the floor, the tiny digits the only thing preventing his shoulders from taking all his weight.

A good-sized puddle of blood pooled around him, with more dripping down from the figure with every breath that passed.

Ever so slowly, as if it took all of his energy, the man lifted his head, his ripped shirt not hiding a single thing about him.

"Bitch," he gasped, glaring at the woman. "How could you do this?"

Shifting my head so that I could see the woman, I was more than a little cranky when a hand blocked my vision.

"Why are you here?" growled Dante, his towering presence behind me a clear threat. But the poor, growly bear didn’t realize that he didn’t have any power in here. He was trapped watching his nightmare over and over again.

"I came for a visit," I shrugged, pulling down his hand just as the man in the white shirt started whipping Dante’s body again.

"I didn’t ask for your pity," snarled Dante, a helpless beast trapped with no teeth. "I don’t know how you are here in my dream, but when I wake up, I will kill you."

"Oh please," I sneered back. "Why would I pity you?" Seriously, just how narcissistic was this guy that he automatically thought that this would make him pity him? As far as I was concerned, this was nothing.

"Don’t deny it; you can’t look away as they kill me," replied Dante with a sneer of his own.

"Not what I was watching, but that’s fine," I shrugged. "I was just more impressed with how well that guy was able to wield the whip. It’s not the easiest weapon to use and not a popular one, either. Shit Stain One took three years to learn how to crack it properly, and he wasn’t anywhere near as good as this guy."

"That guy is Antoine, my best friend," replied Dante. Looking over my shoulder, I could see him staring at the man with pure rage on his face. "We were friends for almost 30 years before he betrayed me."

"I hate to break it to you, but he probably betrayed you long before that," I smiled at him. "Most people don’t wait 30 years to fuck someone over. You just might not have noticed it before."

Dante’s vision shifted from the scene in front of us to my face. "You’re probably right," he admitted after a moment. "He was probably fucking my wife long before I found them in bed together."

"Your wife?" I asked, surprised. I really didn’t think he had it in him to be married... huh.

Dante pointed to the woman sitting in the chair. "We had been married for 10 years before... everything."

"A tale as old as time," I said, turning my gaze back to Antoine. The man really knew how to work the whip with precision. It was almost like watching a dance—if Dante wasn’t bleeding to death under the blows.

"I won’t let you get away with this," hissed the dream Dante as he looked up from his chains. "If there is a next life, I will make sure that you die a slow, painful death. I will make sure that you won’t have a moment of peace."

The woman tilted her head back and laughed as Antoine’s whip sliced through the air again. Instead of it landing on Dante’s skin, it wrapped around his neck, strangling him to death.