Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 442: Was That A Wish?

Eating the stale bun, the man tried not to choke on the hard meal. It was better than what he had had lately, he was sure of it. In fact, his stomach felt so empty that nothing was filling it up. Every bite that he took was like throwing a pebble down a chasm, expecting it to change something.

But at the same time, something was better than nothing.

Finishing off the offering, he found the small cot that could only fit a single adult person. Not bothering with the pillow or blankets, he collapsed, ever so grateful that he had a bed to sleep in.

Closing his eyes, he dreamed of bodies piling on top of him and dead eyes staring into his own.

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"This one has been in less than 24 hours," muttered one of the guards as he and his partner did the rounds. On the back of each door was written what time the person entered, so that it was easier to know who was to be released and when. "We should leave him."

"No can do," chuckled his partner. "The cleaners have been bitching that they can’t do as good of a clean and the intake medics are pissed that it takes some rooms more than 12 hours to be cleaned. Let’s just kick him out and be done with it."

The first guard grunted before banging on the door. Double-checking the name on the door, he didn’t think anything of it. "John Doe," he called out, his voice echoing down the hallway. "John Doe. Come to the door and prepare to be released."

The sound of dragging footsteps was easily heard, and the first guard unlocked the door. "I don’t think I’ve ever come across someone whose name was John Doe. Your parents must have really hated you."

The man, pushing the door open all the way, looked at the guard, his eyes blank. All in all, he didn’t look well. His face was pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were so bad that they almost took away from the horror of his bloodshot eyes.

"You don’t look good," muttered the second guard with a shake of his head.

"Tired," grunted John. His eyes narrowed as he was escorted out of the building and placed in yet another line.

"Well, someone from intake will take you to a place where you can sleep for a bit," assured the first guard. "You won’t be expected to be on work rotation for another few days. Alicia is great about letting newcomers have some time to get used to everything."

John nodded his head as he pressed his hand against his stomach. "Food?" he grunted, looking around. That stale bun really hadn’t done anything last night but remind him how much his stomach was growling.

"It will be waiting for you at your new place," smiled the second guard. "Here at Sanctuary, we take care of our own."

John nodded a bit jerkily as he stumbled into the center of the line. The sun felt like a thousand razor blades cutting into him, but even that pain was nothing in comparison to how he felt inside. freewebnøvel.com

He must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing he knew, he was standing in the middle of a market square. People were moving all around him; some bought what they needed while others were busily talking to a friend.

John felt his head spinning at the noise. Gripping his hair in both hands, he pulled, trying to relieve the headache.

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"What the fuck!" screamed the woman as the man next to her grabbed his head and split it in two. It was like a flower opening, but instead of an enchanting scent, millions of centipedes crawled up and out until the man’s body was nothing more than a mass of wiggling bugs trying to escape.

Panicked, the woman spun around, pushing people out of the way as she tried to run. However, before she could get too far, she felt a painful bite on her ankle, sending her flying to the ground.

"No!" shouted a man, but his wife was too busy trying to knock the bugs off herself to even care what was going on with her husband.

"Help!" called out a little boy, looking around the crowd. "Mommy! It hurts! Make it stop hurting!" The boy’s legs were already covered in shiny black centipedes, as each one rushed up to be the first to burrow into his brain.

"Bobby!" screamed the mother, reaching out desperately for her son, however, her legs were already useless. Whatever had bitten her made it so that she could no longer feel them. Instead, she was laid out on the ground, being trampled on by scared people trying to get away.

"Bobby!" she cried out weakly as she watched her son fall to the ground. The last thought in her head was that she needed to go over to him and protect him. He was only six... too young to die like this.

Digging her fingers into the ground, she didn’t even flinch as her fingernails ripped out one after another. Her eyes were completely focused on the writhing black mass that was once her son. "Mommy’s coming," she gasped, even as she felt something digging into her brain. "Mommy is coming. Just hold on. I’ll make it so that it no longer hurts. Wait for Mommy."

The people around her were still screaming, trying to get away from whatever was attacking them, but the mother couldn’t pay attention to them. She just needed to get to her son. That was all. Was it really too much to ask?

"Please," she begged whatever God was listening to her. Each movement she took was full of excruciating pain, but she pushed it to the side as she fought to get to her son. "I’ll do anything. Just please save my son."

"Was that a wish?"

The innocent little girl looked completely out of place as she crouched down in front of the woman. Her white shoes and dress were such a sharp contrast to the black bugs that the mother couldn’t help but stare at her.

"Yes," breathed the mother, her eyes wide with desperation. "It’s a wish."