Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 472: A Deal With The Devil

One minute, I was talking to the guys and the next, the world shifted and I found myself in the middle of an abandoned warehouse.

While this had happened to me on more than one occasion, a wish so strong I was immediately called to it, never had the house just given up on me answering and put me where it wanted me to be.

Was there any way to unalive something that wasn’t really alive? Asking for a friend.

Looking around, I smelled more than saw the blood soaking into the floor beneath my feet. My face twisting into a sneer, I snapped my fingers and my favorite pair of Mary Janes shifted into black rainboots to compliment my black and white dress.

Seriously, I was not willing to ruin a pair of perfectly good shoes if I didn’t have to.

Bodies littered around me as small fires from a human settlement made me pause. I know it sounds bad, but I was actually surprised to see humans. Free range humans at that.

Soft coughing broke me from my thoughts as angry voices drew my attention away from the random humans and to the corner where my wishing girl was. Or, at least I could only assume it was my wishing girl.

My footsteps soft against the broken concrete floor, I made my way to where a man, a woman, and two kids were beating up a lump in the shadows.

"Fucking worthless," hiss the woman as she continued to rain blow after blow on the lump. In her hand was a cut down 2x4 with different shades of blood decorating one end. "You should know better than to come back without food. I bet you ate it all."

"It was turning dark," whispered the lump. It finally moved and I could see a girl, no more than 19 covered in cuts and bruises. "The zombies were coming. I could hear them."

"It’s a fucking zombie apocalypse," hissed one of the children. I said children, but this boy was easily 17 years old. He was built like a brick shithouse and not an ounce of it was muscle. His face was pale and chubby, and I could see the hatred and disgust in his eyes as he kicked the lump. "Of course there is zombies coming."

I raised an eyebrow at that statement. In Region L, zombies were extinct, was that not the same for everywhere else? Or did the zombies migrate like other animals, looking for easy prey. Come to think of it, the people speaking did lack the Region L accent. If I had to guess, I would say that we were in the middle of Country M, if not the Mid-West.

It was nice to see that zombies were thriving out here. It gave me hope for the species.

"Don’t think that you are getting away with this lazy behavior," said the woman, landing a few more blows to the girl. "I expect you out tomorrow, the second the sun comes out, looking for food. Your brothers and sisters need to be fed, and you need to stop being so selfish."

A whimper came from the lump in the corner. Satisfied, the gang turned around and walked back to one of the fires, whispering heatedly to each other.

"So," I said, dropping to the mattress that the lump was lying on. I had to wrinkly my nose at the smell, but at least I was able to ignore the fluids that were being soaked up by my dress. I really couldn’t focus on that without wanting to puke. "You make a wish."

Sunken eyes looked at me, one so swollen that it could barely open. "I didn’t mean to wish," she whispered. "Not out loud." Looking around the room, like she was going to be in trouble for speaking to me, she ducked her head back down. "You need to leave. Now. Before they find you."

"I would love, to," I sneered before I had a chance to put on my mask. It wasn’t like I asked to be here. She was the one who brought me to her. "But I can’t until I grant your wish."

"Are you a genie?" she whispered, her eyes darting everywhere but at me. "Is that how you know I made a wish? Or my guardian angel?"

Letting out a long sigh, I didn’t bother to reply.

Finally, she looked up, her lips trembling. "I just wanted to know what it would be like if I hadn’t been born."

I tilted my head. "No, that wasn’t your wish," I replied, my eyes cold as she finally looked at me. "You wished to never be born. Don’t be regretting things that you have already done. I’m here to grant that wish, not whatever new one you have decided on."

It might not seem like it, but there was a big difference between wanting to know what it would be like if she had never been born, and wishing that she had never been born. And one of those ways led directly to death.

"I don’t want to die," she whispered, her eyes going wide as she understood what I was saying. But who was I kidding. I was in a bitchy mood, and her wish was so strong that it got my house involved. Knowing my luck, I wasn’t going to be able to get back home until I granted her original wish either.

"Who said anything about dying?" I replied, a bright, reassuring smile on my face. Because yeah. If she wished that she would never have been born, then she would have no life to lived.

Dem’s the breaks when you make a deal with the Devil.

"Fine," I finally agreed. "I can show you exactly what would have happened if you never existed. Are you sure that that is what you want?"

Frantically nodding her head, the girl looked at me like I was the answer to all her prayers.

Too bad for her she turned to the wrong god.

Ah well, better luck in her next life.