Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 265: A Lot Shorter

Even though we had been ’split up’, we were still very much together as we started walking up the broken-down escalator. Gideon and Daddy were in the lead, while Tank and some random guy went second.

From there, each one of the guys was paired up with a member of the Blackguard until it was just me, Ronan, and some other random dude. Since there were more guards than there were Sins, the rest of them divided themselves up in some way.

My attention, however, wasn’t on all the people who surrounded me but on the poor sap they had paired up with Ronan. He was trying to control his temper, and I continued to natter on constantly, but I could see his hand gripping the butt of his rifle as he debated on hitting me or not.

Ronan was about to open his mouth to say something when we had just stepped off the escalator to the second floor. I barely managed to breathe out, "Oh, goodie," before we heard the echoing sound of a safety being released.

"Get down!" growled the Blackguard beside me as he pushed me to the floor. However, it was too late for him. A bullet pierced through his skull right where his helmet wouldn’t cover.

The rest of the Blackguards on our side dropped to their knees as gunfire erupted around us. What little glass was left in the storefront windows exploded around us as the bullets shredded the naked mannequins.

My guys, on the other hand, scoffed at the men on the ground, swearing and clutching bullet wounds as they continued to stand, not at all scared. In fact, I was pretty sure that that was Dante’s disdainful look. The one that made you feel about two feet tall.

"Fucking scavengers," growled Gideon as he frantically looked around for a place to hide. Unfortunately for him and his team, there was really nothing around us that could act as cover. "I knew this was too easy."

"Scavengers?" grunted Dimitri, his head cocked to the side as if he had found a new toy to play with. "What are scavengers?"

"Fucking dirt," sneered Gideon just as another one of his men spat out a curse word as they too a bullet to the arm. "They are like fucking hyenas. They wait until we are weak and then take what they want."

"Doesn’t sound too bad," shrugged Ronan as he tilted his head to the side. The bullet that had been aimed at his head sailed harmlessly to bury itself in the wall behind him. "But I be guessin’ that dey aren’t big on talkin’."

"They don’t fight according to rules," sneered one of the other Blackguards as he pulled himself into a sitting position, a bullet through his upper thigh keeping him down. "Like some type of grey wolf shit. They are nothing but criminals who think that they can just take what they want."

Says the guy breaking into a mall to take supplies, I thought, but like the smart girl I was, I kept my mouth shut and nodded.

"What should we do?" asked Dante, turning to me. "It’s your call."

"She is a child," hissed Gideon, his eyes going wide as he looked at Dante. "It’s not her call, it’s mine. I say we get our men out while we can and leave the supplies to the Scavengers."

Dante ignored Gideon as he started doing a bunch of hand motions. It almost looked like he was trying to cheer his men on! What a nice Captain.

"It’s aways important to make new friends," I smiled up at Dante. "Let’s introduce ourselves."

"And the Blackguard?" interjected Luca, staring down at Gideon as if he was going to put a bullet in his brain, too.

"They were bringing us home, right?" I blinked, turning my attention back to Gideon. "You weren’t going to leave us here, where you?"

"I need to get my men home," replied Gideon. While he didn’t exactly answer my question, I knew what he was thinking.

"Okay," I agreed. "You go home, and when we come and find you, don’t forget to invite us in for a cup of sweet tea, okay?"

Gideon simply nodded his head as his men grabbed the injured and made their way to the escalator. I wonder how long it was going to take them to realize that that exit was now blocked, thanks to a giant bald dude in an orange jumpsuit.

It was funny, when that guard had said the Scavengers were criminals, I really didn’t think he was talking about actual criminals.

"Nobody’s goin’ anywhere," grunted the man, leveling the rifle at waist height and keeping it there. "Not until Mad Dog tells us otherwise."

Cocking my head to the side, I wondered where I had heard that name before.

"You are thinking of another Mad Dog," chuckled Beau as he came and wrapped his arms around me like he didn’t have a care in the world. "Your bikers have a Mad Dog as a Treasurer."

"Is it normal to have multiple people with the same nickname?" I asked, just as Chang Xuefeng let out a long sigh.

"So far, I have found two men that have taken my actual name and made it theirs, nothing surprises me anymore. Fucking morons, can’t even come up with original nicknames," grumbled Chang Xuefeng even as his eyes narrowed on the man strolling toward us.

While tall, psychotic, and deadly was wearing an orange jumpsuit, this man in front of us was decked out in a three piece lime green suit that strangely seemed to work for him.

"I’d apologize for the lack of imagination when it comes to nicknames," murmured tall, dark, and murderous, "But you’ll be dead long before I find a more fitting name."

Luca stepped forward, drawing Mad Dog’s attention away from Chang Xuefeng and toward himself. "What do you want?" he asked, his face carefully blank.

I had noticed that while Dante might be the leader of our band of merry men, Luca was the face we presented to the public.

"What I want is a long list," purred Mad Dog, his E Country accent coming through as he adjusted his cuffs. "I think it would be better to ask what you can do for me. That list will be a lot shorter."