Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 303: Weak

"Huh," grunted Désiré as he watched Tank ripping through the crowd in his Hellhound form. "Don’t see dat every day."

Salvatore nodded his head with a grunt of his own as the two of them tracked Tank’s progress. There was a human man running not that far behind him. But unlike the rest of the humans, he didn’t seem to be trying to get away from the pissed off hound, but seemed to be getting closer to him.

"Wanna know a problem?" mused Désiré as he kept an eye on the female doctor in front of him.

Salvatore scoffed as if it was clear exactly what the problem was, and Désiré nodded. "Yeah. Dat’s my problem, too."

"Get your asses over here and help these people out!" called out the female doctor who had yet to introduce herself. Désiré’s eyes narrowed at the woman, but neither he nor Salvatore moved an inch.

"Imma gonna have to say non ta dat," smirked the Sin as he felt his toxic powers leaking out of him. Tank was in a tizzy, and Hattie was nowhere to be found. That meant that whatever had caused this bit of chaos had something to do with their Queen, and until she gave the okay, they weren’t going to try and fix anything.

"If you don’t help me now, I am going to kick you out of New Dawn Sanctuary," snarled the woman, her hand going green as she touched the man in front of her.

"Yous sayin’ dat like it’s a bad thing," replied Désiré as he finally walked over to the woman. Tilting his head to the side, he studied what she was doing. "Yous green."

"No shit," she snapped back, letting out a long sigh as the wounds under her hands closed up. Moving on to the other leg, she touched the bleeding wound and poured her power in. "All healers are green. We think it’s because it is a subset of an earth power."

"I think dat it’s cause you’re weak," replied Désiré as Salvatore snorted in agreement.

"I am the strongest healer in this compound," replied the doctor, a note of pride in her voice as she shot the two men a glare. "But by all means, feel free to show me how it’s done."

"Not without instructions," shrugged Désiré, standing up again and looking around. "We don’t heal without permission. It be rude."

The doctor’s eyes went wide as she slumped forward slightly; the wound under her hand finally healed. "I gave you instructions."

"Ah, but you donna count," sneered Salvatore as Envy pushed forward, his eyes flashing at the very idea of someone thinking that they could control one of the Seven Deadly Sins. She might have a tiny bit of a pride demon inside of her, but that didn’t mean shit in front of them.

"Might as well show off," called out a voice, and Désiré felt all the tension he didn’t realize that he was holding melt off him. "Otherwise, it won’t be fun anymore."

Spinning around, Désiré and Salvatore focused on where Hattie was walking toward them. Tank was beside her, so close that he was practically walking into her, and there was a... human... on the other side, looking like he belonged there.

"How many?" asked Salvatore, raising an eyebrow at the man holding Hattie’s hand.

The doctor snorted as she rose unsteadily to her feet. "You’ll be lucky to heal a single wound. Most healers can’t do more than that, even after all these years. There’s no point in bragging when you won’t be able to back it up."

"One each," interjected Hattie, her face completely blank as she stared at the doctor. "No point in doing anything out of the ordinary. It might cause you to be locked up and experimented on."

There was a harsh, brutal edge to Hattie’s words, and Désiré couldn’t help but shudder in fear. "Of course, Pet, whatever you think is best."

"Whatever I think is best?" mused his Queen, her face still blank. "I don’t think the good doctor could handle me doing what I think is best."

Tank nuzzled Hattie’s side, trying to snap her out of her head, but it didn’t seem like it was working. Almost absently, Hattie stroked Tank’s head, not caring at all about the drying blood or the chunks of flesh.

"I don’t like you," stated the good doctor like she was revealing something important.

"And I couldn’t give a fuck," shrugged Hattie. "I’m done for the day."

"If you leave before you are dismissed, then you will be going without dinner," smirked the other woman as a male dressed in a nurse’s uniform raced toward her with a drink and a towel.

"Wouldn’t be the first time," assured Hattie. "And it won’t be the last. Now, do you want their help, or am I just going to take them with me?"

Désiré chuckled low as he pushed the human man out of the way to take Hattie’s hand. "Yous can take me anywhere, Pet. I’ll follow like the good boy dat I am."

"I’m sure her husband will have a thing or two to say about that," purred the woman, taking a drink. Whatever was inside of it seemed to have replenished her powers, and she was crouching down beside another patient.

Once again, the green mist poured out of her hands the moment she touched the woman’s skin. It seemed to take forever, but finally, the bruised flesh was returning to normal, and the cut was slowly closing.

"You know what?" growled Hattie, the sound rivaling Tank’s when it came to intimidation. "Fuck it. Show off exactly what you can do. I don’t want to be here a moment longer."

Cocking her head to the side, the female doctor smirked up at Salvatore and Désiré. "By all means, gentlemen. I am waiting with bated breath."

Salvatore stared down at her, his face utterly impassive as he held out his hand. White mist poured out from his palm, rolling over everyone and everything as it kept going further and further out.

It took him less than thirty minutes for the fog to dissipate, and when it did... there wasn’t a single injured patient anywhere in the inner compound.

"Like I said," grunted Désiré. "Weak."