Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 92: The One I Trust Most

Chapter 92: The One I Trust Most

It was another quiet evening in Tank’s apartment. Dante had joined us, going through paperwork while Tank read to me out loud from ’The Art of War’.

As much as I know I should cherish these nights, something was crawling under my skin, wanting to be set free.

’You are going to die,’ muttered the female voice in my head. ’It is coming.’

’We all die at some point in time,’ I sighed, keeping my eyes closed as Tank’s voice continued to wash over me. The calmness he brought to me was something that I desperately craved. The only downside was that a part of me also craved the chaos of the world outside.

People’s wishes were coming true, and no one seemed to have died as a result, but the woman talking to me assured me that the souls of the seven men had been collected. Everyone was so happy and content that there were no more wishes to be had.

And I couldn’t stay anywhere without wishes.

’You could stop this death,’ replied the woman, confused as to why I was so accepting of something that every other human fought to their last breath.

But when you have been on the brink of death over and over again, even that fear disappears after a while. Death almost seems like a promise rather than a threat.

Still, I would miss Dante and Tank. Even Dimitri, Luca, and the others... I hadn’t spent as much time with them as I had with Dante and Tank, but something inside me hurt at the idea of never seeing them again.

’Why?’ I asked with a shrug. ’If it is my time to die, then nothing will change that. If it’s not... nothing will change that either. Besides, it’s time to move on from here.’

’I am trapped,’ whispered the woman, her voice nothing more than a whisper in the wind. I could feel her helplessness, her desperation to help me in some way. ’There is nothing I can do to stop what comes next.’

’Then don’t,’ I replied. ’Whatever will happen will happen. You cannot take responsibility for other people’s actions.’

’And the Sins’ reactions when they find out what will happen?’ pressed the woman.

’Let the bodies hit the floor,’ I chuckled. I could practically see Pride in his suit, covered in blood, seeking retribution for me. At least with the demon, I didn’t have to worry about him ending up in a never-ending cycle of life and death. ’I know my Sins will make them bleed.’

There was a knock on the door, interrupting my conversation with the voice in my head. Tank froze for a second before finishing the sentence he was reading.

"Dante, it’s Ghost," came a voice from the other side of the door. "We need to talk."

Sitting up, I cocked my head to the side. I remembered Ghost. He had asked me to resurrect someone for him, but before we could finish the deal, he had turned around and stormed off like he was pissed at something.

I hadn’t seen hide or hair of him since then.

Then, it hit me like a sledgehammer to my head. Whatever death the voice in my head had seen coming for me was here right now.

And whoever had planned this had come up with some way to get me away from Dante and Tank.

"Come in," called out Tank. Wrapping his arm around me, he brought me back down to his side, gently squeezing me.

"What do you need, Ghost?" sighed Dante, throwing the file in his hands down on the coffee table. Not bothering to stand up, he simply waited until Ghost came to stand in front of him.

"There is an issue between our men and the newcomers," murmured Ghost, his head slightly bowed. He was dressed simply in jeans and a sweater, his hair slightly mused like he had been stressed and running his fingers through it.

"Then kill them," shrugged Dante, crossing his legs in front of him.

Ah, poor man, didn’t he realize that whoever paid these people to act up wasn’t going to let it drop until both he and Tank left? I was willing to bet half of my supplies that Ghost would offer to babysit me so that the others didn’t have to worry.

"We can’t," sighed Ghost, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was starting to get a headache from everything.

Really, life wasn’t interesting when you could guess what people were thinking deep down inside. It took all the fun out of it. Maybe the zombies or clowns would add a dash of spice to the situation right now.

Plus, I was just as desperate for the men to leave, too. I didn’t want them to be killed simply because Brittney had run out of patience. At least with her, I can be assured that Dante will live to see tomorrow.

But I wasn’t willing to chance Tank.

"You should go see what is happening," I interjected with a bright smile on my face. "Take Tank with you. The sooner you go, the sooner you can come back. Besides, I’m tired; I’m going to go to bed."

Dante studied me for a long moment. This was the first time I had been separated from Tank in weeks. In fact, ever since I had stepped foot in the Lair, Tank had been glued to my side.

"If you are sure?" murmured Dante, his eyes traveling over to where Ghost stood. "I’ll leave Ghost here to keep an eye on you."

"I’m a little too old to need a babysitter, you know," I chuckled, coming to my feet. "I’ll be fine."

"You might be, but I won’t," growled Tank, clearly not liking my suggestion. But if it kept him alive, I could do a lot of things that he didn’t like. Taking my hand, he led me to the bedroom.

Closing the door behind us, Tank grabbed me by both shoulders. "If it was anyone else but Ghost, there is no way I would leave. But next to Mathis, he is the only other Guardian I can trust with your safety."

For the first time in my life, I wished for my vision back, just to see Tank’s face for the last time.

"I hate that I will be out of your eyesight," I whispered, cupping his cheek with my hand. "But you have to take care of yourself until you are back beside me. Do you understand? If anything happens to you, I’ll raise you from the dead and kill you myself."