Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 290: Sign The Bottom

The men around us started to get uneasy as Jonas and I stared each other down. He really didn’t believe that I didn’t have any weapons, and truthfully, it was right. I had a whole section inside Teddy of weapons that I had never touched.

However, I didn’t need a weapon to be deadly; I just needed to make a wish.

Not to mention, I wasn’t kidding about Tank. That man would tear anyone who got too close to me apart.

"Were you aware that your wife’s entire Go Bag is filled with candy?" asked Jonas, blinking slowly and turning to Eric. "I mean, most people don’t have a lot when it comes to food anymore; that is why they come here. But still. No clothes, no weapons, no water, no food. Only candy."

Eric shrugged and gave me a smile. This time, I could see that it easily reached his eyes. He was truly loving the fact that my bag was filled with nothing but lollypops. Narrowing my eyes, I reached in and handed him one.

It was a cheesecake lollypop, so I didn’t mind giving it away... but if he asked for one of the banana ones....

"I know exactly what is in her bag," assured Eric, his eyes never leaving mine as he gently took the lollypop and unwrapped it. "And I am fine with that. People who have tried to take her stuff have been known to die before they could; besides, what use would I be if I couldn’t protect and provide for my wife?"

His words were so earnest that they struck a cord in my chest.

This was what a man was supposed to be like.

Tank nudged my hand, clearly not liking how I was looking at Eric, and I turned my attention back to Jonas.

"I got that candy fair and square," I growled low at him. I was in this fucking place in exchange for the candy. If I was in hell for it, then I was going to make sure that I protected it. "Can you start on the rules now?"

Jonas gave me one last look before he opened the two folders in front of him. "Fine," he nodded. "But if you want to sell any of it, I suggest that you go to the Marketplace. You’ll get a lot more stuff for it there than if you sold it privately."

Eric stayed silent and just shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what Jonas had just said. Then again, in Jonas’ defense, he didn’t see me decapitate a kid who touched my candy.

"The first rule is that there are no free rides," announced Jonas, his voice becoming deeper as he looked between me and Eric. "Everyone must contribute; there are no exceptions to this rule. You work, you fight, or you leave. Period. Second, there is a 14-day probation period where all new arrivals are assessed before they gain full settlement privileges. Third, there is a curfew. If you are out of your room after 9pm or before 7am, you will be shot and killed. The only people who don’t have a curfew are the soldiers on shift. If you aren’t on shift, then you are expected to be in your home. Fourth: no unauthorized weapons. All weapons must be registered and stored. Only security forces and authorized personnel are allowed to carry a weapon of any kind."

Taking in a deep breath, Jonas paused for a minute as if expecting us to argue with him.

Eric and I both shrugged our shoulders, and Jonas continued.

"Everyone receives equal portions. Those who work more and contribute more will, of course, earn more, but once again, you are expected to work for your food. Your dog will not receive rations of any kind. On that note, personal hoarding of supplies is strictly prohibited. Any unapproved stockpiling of food or resources will result in confiscation and disciplinary action."

Once again, I nodded my head. If this man really thought that I was going to let Tank eat dog food or whatever else they were going to give him, then he had another thing coming. The same went for my candy. I didn’t consider this bag as me hoarding anything, but if they came for my lollypops, then they needed to be aware that they were sacrificing their life.

"Medical access is divided into tiers; those who work more will have access to better medicine than those who do the bare minimum. Finally, there will be no violence within the walls, no theft, and relationships are encouraged but regulated. Those are the standard rules and regulations. If you understand them, please sign here to show that I have told you the rules and you have agreed to them."

"What do you mean relationships are regulated?" demanded Eric, his eyes narrowing on the paper in front of him.

"All relationships are supposed to be registered, even if it is just a matter of occasional fucking. Marriage before you enter will be recorded, but if you plan on a divorce, you need to speak to the council. We will not accept any drama and will squash it before it can grow," stated Jonas as he looked back and forth between me and Eric. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Well, if I had to register my relationship, then I guess it was for the best that the rest of the guys didn’t enter with me. I think I would be getting some weird looks if I said that I had nine boyfriends.

"What are the punishments?" I asked, my voice staying strong as the words on the page danced in front of me. I had no idea what any of this said. Picking up the paper, I held it out to Tank.

"For the first offense, the punishment is a written warning or extra labor. For the second offense, it is reduced rations, isolation, or public punishment, depending on the severity of your crime. The final offense is exile, imprisonment, or execution. You only get three chances; let’s hope you don’t get that far."