Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 415: Welcome Back

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Chapter 415: Welcome Back

Eric took us on a hike, past the old dorms that we had stayed in the first time around, and so far back into the base that it was like we were in a different world.

I really didn’t have any expectations of what the New Dawn Sanctuary looked like. Since it was surrounded by walls so tall that it was impossible to see over, I had just assumed that the dorms were as far as the Sanctuary went, and that the tower was at the heart of everything.

Turned out, I was wrong about that, too.

What I had been exposed to before was nothing more than what they were willing to show the general public.

We entered the first checkpoint, and I let out a huff of irritation. Like it wasn’t bad enough that he had woken me up out of dead sleep and made me walk all this way, now his little friends were making us stand here like idiots while Eric got out paperwork sorted out.

Tank didn’t even so much as look at the expression on my face before he swept me up in his arms and let me cling to his neck. "I’m sorry," he murmured. "I should have been carrying you all this time."

"It’s fine," I replied, my nose and mouth buried against his skin. "I could probably use the exercise."

Tank softly chuckled as the guards in front of us looked at us warily. They were constantly shifting their weight, waiting to either attack us or be attacked, even as they adjusted their grip on their guns.

"If we were a threat, you’d be dead by now," I sighed, not bothering to look at the men. Seriously, I get that I looked like a kid, but Tank was easily twice the size of some of these men.

"Victor," nodded one of the guards, his black helmet doing a fantastic job at keeping his identity a secret. Once again, it was clear just how much the Sanctuary had upgraded in the weeks that I had been gone.

"I don’t know you," deadpanned Tank, and it actually took me a minute to remember that Victor was his actual name.

Letting his gun drop to his side, the strap around his body the only thing keeping it from hitting the ground, the man removed his helmet. "Dustin Laplange," the man said, his face impassive as he stared at Tank.

Tank simply nodded but didn’t bother to say anything. However, the other man wasn’t all that put off. "If you are here, is Dante close by? I have some business with him."

Raising an eyebrow, Tank looked at the man like he was a worm beneath his feet. "I am not Dante’s keeper," he grunted, his face completely devoid of emotion.

Dustin took in a deep breath but quickly nodded his head. Before he could put his helmet back on, Eric emerged from the security office. If looks could kill, Dustin would be bathing in Eric’s blood at the moment.

Lifting up his helmet, Dustin quickly covered his face and went back to being the perfect soldier. However, it was too late to hide anything from me.

It looked like someone still held a grudge. Meh, he should have taught his child better manners... it would have let him live longer.

"Stay away from him," grunted Eric as he looked at Dustin from over his shoulder. "He is still looking for Lucy. His wife left him the moment both of them were admitted into Sanctuary, and he blames her."

"Meh," I shrugged, not really caring. Even if that human with a gluttony seed in his heart did find out who I was, he would still have to work hard to be able to kill me. I wasn’t going to worry about someone who talked shit but couldn’t back it up.

Eric, once again, looked at me with a worried expression on his face before nodding once. "I guess you do have your mutt if something really does happen."

Ever so slowly, like my head weighted a thousand pounds, I turned it to look at Eric. "I will burn down your precious Sanctuary until not even the ashes and earth are left to tell your tale if anything happens to Tank. Hell, I’ll do it with a smile on my face. The next time you speak to him disrespectfully, you will find yourself buried up to your neck in an ant hill."

Eric blinked for a second before he urged Tank forward. On the other side of the security team, a golf cart was waiting for us. Narrowing my eyes, I stared Eric down. "You had this the entire time?"

"Only certain people get them," explained Eric, a bright smile on his face as he started walking toward the cart. "And they are prohibited in the general section of the Sanctuary."

"If only certain people can use them, why do we?" I asked, not really caring. But as much as I didn’t care, I also wasn’t willing to walk into a trap if I could avoid it. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"It’s powered and designed by the military for their exclusive use," explained the man as he slipped behind the wheel. Tank, clearly as happy as I was, put me in the back seat before walking around to sit beside me.

"We aren’t military," pointed out Tank as Eric drove the cart down the paved road.

"Of course you are," chuckled Eric. "Complete with top-of-the-line mansion and your own team."

"No," replied Tank, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the back of Eric’s head. "I only look after Hattie. The last time we were here, we saw the bullshit. I’m not letting her out of my sight."

"Who said that you were the one with the team?" sneered Eric. "It’s Hattie’s team, trained and waiting for her to show up. Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up and introduce you to everyone."

"You knew we were coming back, didn’t you?" I muttered, confused. I didn’t know what I was doing from one minute to another, so how did Eric know that I would come back here?

"Of course," smiled the man, even as I contemplated slitting his throat. "You didn’t think that they only made 150 Tanks, did you? I mean, those were just the ones who failed to pass inspections."

I heard Tank’s soft growl, but all I could think about were puppy piles and wet noses. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing coming here. I just wish I knew why Eric was so sure that I would be back. It just didn’t make any sense, no matter how I looked at it.