Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 293: Threats and Promises

The guard opened the door at the top of the landing with a flourish to show us where we would be living for the next two weeks, and I have to admit, it wasn’t what I was thinking at all.

The room seemed to stretch on forever, easily the length of a football field or two, and it was lined with bunk beds on each side. There had to be over a thousand beds, each with a trunk in front of the bottom bed, and that was it.

Half of the beds didn’t have any blankets or pillows, while the other half seemed to have more than their share.

"You can pick any bunk you want," announced the guard as he waved us through the doorway. "If you have questions, you can ask one of the other probies."

"I have a question," I announced, my eyes never leaving the nightmare in front of me. It took me a couple of seconds to figure out which one of the numerous questions in my head was the most important one. "Where is the bathroom?"

"There is a single bathroom at the far end of the room," replied the guard, motioning in its general direction with the end of his gun. "Showers are communal on the second floor."

Spinning around, the guard disappeared before I could open my mouth to ask anything else.

"Well, he was delightful," murmured Eric as his eyes narrowed. "And here was me thinking that they would just give us a single room since we are married and everything."

"Welcome to the pit," announced a man as he strolled toward us. "I control this entire room. What I say goes, and if you have a problem with that..." his voice trailed off as the smile on his face brightened.

I think the man in front of me might actually have more facial scars on his face than I did, and that was saying a lot. His head was a mass of barely healed burns, and the light of the sun from the only window in the room shone off his head like a beacon.

He was easily in the six-foot range, but Eric appeared to have more bulk on him.

"What if we have a problem with that?" I asked. "You kind of trailed off, and I didn’t catch the second part."

"Then I will kill you and hide your body," snarled the man who had yet to give us his name.

"Well..." I gasped, affronted. "I never."

"Awe, I’m sorry, Pumpkin. Did I insult your delicate sensibilities?" purred the man, clearly being sarcastic.

"Yes," I stated. "You really did. If you are going to threaten someone, then at least put some effort into it! ’If you have a problem with that, then I will be more than happy to cut you up into tiny pieces and feed you to the gators’," I started, dropping my voice to match his.

"If you have a problem with that, I’ll carve the rules into your chest while you are sleeping at night," continued Eric, smirking at me.

"If you have a problem with that, I’ll cut out your tongue and use it as toilet paper," I mused, waving my hand in the air. "If you have a problem with that, I’ll remove the skin from your cock and carve my initials into it so that every time you look down to piss, you’ll have a living memory of me."

This time, I let some of my true nature show, and Tank stepped forward with a soft growl. "You know what?" I chuckled, patting Tank’s head as I turned to Eric with a maniacal look on my face. "I think I like that. Let’s go with that."

Clearing my throat, I looked at the man who was towering over me. "Welcome to the pit," I said, my voice both soft and echoing around the room. I didn’t bother to yell or try to intimidate the man and whoever else might be in hearing distance.

If we were laying down the law of this room, then I was going to lay down mine. "My name is Lucy Knight. I control this entire room. If you are smart, then you will follow my rules, and we’ll all get along famously until we part. If you have a problem with that, then I WILL remove the skin from your cock and carve my initial into what’s left so that every time you took a piss, you will remember exactly what you did to piss me off."

You could hear a pin drop when I finished my sentence, and I got to see the monster in front of me turn pale with fear.

"Rule number one, and pretty much the only rule..." I announced, now taking my time to really look around the room. "Don’t touch what belongs to me. You can do whatever the fuck you want. However, the second you touch what is mine, then I will make your life a living Hell. I will take your deepest, darkest fears and make it so that that is all you will see. It won’t matter if you are sleeping or awake. There will be no escape from me. Understand?"

I was standing toe to toe with the man in front of me, my best smile on my face. "If you break my one and only rule a second time, then I can promise you that you will be begging for death."

The man stumbled back a step as if to get away from me, but off to the side came a soft snort.

Turning to look at the person, I saw a woman lying down on the bottom bunk, her arms crossed behind her head as she stared back at me. "That might work if you have a dick... but what happens if you don’t?"

Letting go of Eric’s hand, I walked over to the woman and leaned forward until my lips were brushing against her ear. "Have you ever had your clit bitten off by a rabid dog?" I asked my voice nothing more than a soft purr. "I have. Don’t think that just because we are both women that the rules don’t apply to you. I don’t discriminate when it comes to getting back at people who touch what is mine." free𝑤ebnovel.com