Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 452: The New Plan

Bishop walked with purpose, his heavy boots crunching over the broken glass on the ground. The screams from earlier had faded into silence—the kind of silence that never brought peace. It was the silence that came after too much death.

The Sanctuary had turned into a graveyard, but Bishop was beyond caring. Hattie was right. It was about time that it all burned down anyway. That way, everything could rise up from the ashes, just like he had.

He just hoped that he would finally find peace when everything was done.

For now, though, there was no time for peace or musing about the future. He had one goal, one purpose. Now, it was time to hunt down Adam and make him pay.

There was unfinished business between them. The two of them had never gotten along, not even when they had decided to go after the Dragon’s Lair and get the supplies. However, he was willing to set things aside for the greater good

But even that mercy had backfired. It seemed that only Bishop was in the dark when it came to the experiments happening under the Sanctuary, of the atrocities that Adam had created in his quest for... whatever it was.

And when those experiments were let loose, and Réne had only told Bishop to stand down and obey? There was no going back from that. That was when Adam signed his death warrant.

His brain filled with Adam it took Bishop a moment to realize that he was being called by someone nearby.

"Bishop!" called a familiar voice again. "Wait!"

Bishop stopped mid-stride, narrowing his eyes. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

"Caspian," he said without looking back. "Walt."

"I don’t know how you got in here or if anyone knows that you are here, but you gotta come back. Permanently," panted Walt, his clothes half-burned, soaked in blood and smoke. "We’re dying without you. Réne is out of control and no longer in control. People are dying, and we need you to save them. Even now, we’ve got some survivors. Maybe a couple hundred at best. But people are panicking. They’re looking for someone to tell them what happens next."

"And you think that someone’s me?" Bishop turned, eyes glowing faintly in the firelight. "Why?"

"Because you’re the only one left that anyone fears and respects," said Caspian. "We can’t find Alicia or Réne, and even Adam and Eve have disappeared. You are the only one who can lead us right now."

"Réne’s gone," shrugged Bishop as he watched a centipede crawling up the wall of the house beside him. It quickly disappeared into a crack. "Alicia’s gone. They are both dead. I just killed them." The smile on Bishop’s face was cold and bloodthirsty, so much so that Walk and Caspian couldn’t help but take a step back. "If you want me to take control, to save those who are left, then you need to know exactly what I am capable of."

"I don’t care," announced Walt, his shoulders back as he finally spoke his mind. "Kill them all, for all I care. No matter what you are capable of, it can’t be worse than what they have put us through. And that doesn’t even count the genetic testing and mandatory procreation."

Bishop blinked, not understanding what Walt was saying. What mandatory procreation? What genetic testing? Just how bad had things gotten after he was kicked out?

Bishop’s jaw clenched as he looked around, taking in the smoldering ruins of the Sanctuary. A child’s broken toy was haphazardly scattered around the street. A body burned down to the bone, curled up like it was still trying to escape. Even the living walked like zombies as they checked the dead bodies around them, looking for a familiar face.

The once proud Sanctuary was now nothing more than a world full of ghosts and regrets.

"Maybe," he said slowly, "it’s better to burn it all down now. Salt the ground. Let the rot die with it." He paused. "And then build something that actually deserves to survive."

"That’s what we’re asking for," Caspian nodded a tentative smile on his face. "I don’t think that anyone would be willing to stay in this place, not after today. Hell, I know that the bugs are dead, but I can still hear their clicking noises in my ears. No, we can burn this place to the ground and start over somewhere else. We just need a leader that can hold us together until everything is safe again."

Bishop didn’t bother to tell Caspian that the bugs were still alive, clinging to the shadows and cracks as they tried to regroup. The poor man was having enough of a breakdown without revealing that particular bit of information.

However, his good deed was quickly tossed out the window when the ground beneath their feet surged like a wave.

"They’re back!" screamed a man as a small squad of soldiers came racing toward Bishop and the others. "The fire—it’s not working anymore!"

"What?" Walt demanded, stepping forward. "What do you mean it’s not working?"

The soldier, trembling and drenched in sweat, held up a scorched canister of the bug spray. "We lit ’em up—same way we’ve been doing since the outbreak. But the bugs... it didn’t even slow them down. The flames just rolled off their bodies like water."

"They’ve adapted," whispered Caspian.

"No." Bishop straightened, his voice cold and sharp. "Chances are, they were always like this. We just weren’t paying attention. Evacuate the survivors," he continued, his brain already coming up with a plan of action. "Take them outside the walls and as far away from the Sanctuary as you can. It doesn’t matter where they all go, but we can’t stay here. Not even the base will be enough to protect them. Get as many people out as you can. I’ll see what I can do about holding back the bugs."

Bishop sighed as everyone went to obey his orders. It was as natural as breathing to him, taking control like that, and it gave him a newfound sense of purpose. Spinning around, he went to look for the Sins, certain that they would be able to help him.

His vendetta against Adam would have to wait until another time. For now, he needed to protect those he could. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com