Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 296: On Your Ass

Home, without everyone being here, was a lot quieter than I liked. Sure, it was nice to sleep in my giant bed without having to deal with snoring and all the other noises that the guys had made, but they helped me sleep better.

My eyes felt gritty as I tried to take a nap, but every time I did, all I could concentrate on was the fact that no one was around.

"The house is on edge," grunted Tank as he opened the door to the room. "Can’t sleep?"

Sticking out my lower lip in a pout, I shook my head. "It’s not the same," I groaned just as I looked up to see Eric standing just behind Tank, his eyes wide as he took in my appearance.

Right, I was back to looking like Hattie, not Lucy.

Meh.

"Want company then?" purred Tank as he took off the black T-shirt he was wearing and slid into bed, still wearing his pants.

"Always," I sighed, already feeling more comfortable as he pulled me onto his chest. There was a slight movement behind me, and I stiffened.

"It doesn’t mean anything if you don’t want it to," assured Tank as his fingers started trailing up and down my back. "But both of us need you to get a good sleep."

Nodding my head, I let my body relax. I was more worried about Tank’s reaction than I was about a stranger in my bed.

"Night," I sighed, letting out a long yawn.

"Night, little Lamb," said Tank as he pulled me in even closer. "We’ll wake you up when it’s time."

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It was a good thing that I spent the night sleeping in my own house because heads would have rolled if I didn’t have such a good sleep.

A horn blasted through the communal room before the sun even hit the horizon, waking everyone up.

"What the fuck?" growled Eric, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the man in the doorway.

"Hush," hissed one of the men climbing out of the bunk beside us. "If they hear us taking, they’ll take away everyone’s food for the day. We need to get ready for work."

I blinked, trying to figure out the difference between this place and the house I had grown up in.

Realizing that there really wasn’t any difference, I put on the boots Tank had insisted I wear and walked toward where everyone else was standing.

Tank, back in his hound form, was keeping pace beside me, and Eric was behind us, watching our back.

The people in the room were dividing themselves into about twenty smaller groups.

"It’s based on where you are working," whispered the woman closest to me. "We’re going to the greenhouse; they are the library; they are the ground, kitchen, cleaning, laundry, security, repairs, etc."

My eyes stayed on the group the woman said was security and saw the same bald man as before. "Perfect," I smiled at her, handing her a lollypop as my thank you.

Eric placed a hand around my waist, and I leaned against him as we waited with the other security guards. I really think I was going to level this sanctuary if it was going to keep waking me up early in the morning to do work.

Hopefully, some of the other guys would show up today.

The entire point of my being in hell was to try and find the MC members who had disappeared. I couldn’t get started on that until everyone was here, and so far, they were taking their sweet ass time.

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Jonas’ voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard as I struggled to get the energy I needed to stay awake for the day.

Deciding to say ’fuck it,’ I opened my backpack and pulled out a Red Bull as our fearless leader started to drone on and on about the rules we had already signed off on. The crisp click of me opening the can echoed in the small room in the security office.

Everyone turned to look at me, their faces varying shades of black as they glared at the can in my hand. "Are you fucking kidding me?!?" demanded Jonas as he stomped toward me. Eric stepped in front of me, forcing the other man to stop, but that didn’t prevent him from glaring at me. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Sorry?" I said, taking a dainty sip of my drink. "My bad, did you want some?" I held the can out between my thumb and index finger, shaking it slightly. "It will only cost you your hand."

"No!" shouted Jonas, even as some of the people around me swallowed heavily, their eyes never leaving the can. "That is the type of private hoarding that I am talking about! Where did you get it?"

"My backpack," I replied, pointing to the bag that was slung over my shoulder. I think it was fairly obvious where I got it from. While the black cargo pants Jonas had given me as part of my new uniform had a lot of pockets, none of them could hold a can of this size.

"Empty your bag, now," snarled Jonas.

"You know what is in it," stated Eric, the smile on his face promising blood if Jonas took so much as one step forward. "In fact, if memory serves, she emptied it out in front of you during the second checkpoint. Maybe you didn’t see it then."

"I didn’t see it because it wasn’t there," replied Jonas, his eyes narrowing on my face. "You have to be a space user. That’s the only explanation."

"Nope," I replied, taking another sip of the tropical goodness. "I’m a dud. Your dude told you that himself. I have no powers... other than my ability to control Tank."

The voices around us rose as Jonas, and I held everyone’s attention. "Or are you saying that your human power detector is flawed? I mean, it’s entirely possible, but then that means you have a kink in your defenses..."

Tilting back my head, I let the rest of the liquid flow down my throat. "All done. You can go back to explaining all the rules that we already know."

"Be careful, Knight," hissed Jonas, getting as close to me as he could. "I’ll be watching you. The second you fuck up, I am going to be on your ass."