Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 287: Walk Through Fire

With a snap of my fingers, the ’flame’ returned to my hand, and Tank shrunk down to a more normal size. Crushing the flame until it was completely extinguished, I shrugged my shoulders.

"He obeys your commands?" demanded the Captain, a thoughtful look on his face as he stared at Tank.

"He is the bestest best boy in the world," I assured him, petting Tank’s head.

"Let them in. We’ll deal with them inside," stated the Captain. "Just write down fire power, level three."

"And the name, Sir?" All the men turned to look at me as if waiting for a response.

"Lucy," I smiled, looking over at Eric. "Lucy Knight." Hey, if the man wanted to pretend to be my husband, then the least he could do was lend me his last name,

"Take them to the first checkpoint," said the Captain as he quickly dismissed Eric and myself. "I’m only going to give you a free pass to this point. What happens next is out of my hands."

Raising an eyebrow, I didn’t bother to respond.

I wasn’t naïve enough to think that he was doing us any favors. He wanted something from us, and I was willing to put a hundred wishes on the fact that he was desperate for Tank.

"Thank you so much for that," replied Eric, pulling me forward. The heavy metal gates in front of us opened just enough for us to go through single file, and Tank wasn’t impressed. He nudged Eric forward first before pushing me through next and taking the rear.

"Was he military trained?" asked Eric, cocking his head to the side as the door slammed shut behind us with a resounding ’bang’.

"I don’t think so?" I replied. "Were you military trained?" Tank just shook his head and pulled me toward the table off to the right. The space was open, however, it was cut off by yet another set of walls and a gate.

Military personnel were walking around the tables, their guns at the ready, as they studied all the refugees. There was no way to get in or out other than to complete the checkpoint. And, once again, I got the distinct feeling that if you tried to bolt, you would be getting a bullet to the brain before you could take your next breath.

Fun times.

Finding a table underneath the universal symbol for women, I walked over to the doctor sitting down.

"Strip down," she said, her voice coming out completely bored as she didn’t even bother to look up at me. Eric had tried to stay with me, but he was quickly escorted away to a table with a male doctor.

"She’s my wife," growled Eric as he kept looking over his shoulder, trying to keep me in his sight. "I am not leaving her alone."

"She can’t go nowhere," grunted the guard, sticking the muzzle of his rifle into Eric’s back. "After you strip and we check you over, you can get your dud and move on to the next checkpoint."

I think I was beginning to hate the word dud.

"You’re a dud?" asked the doctor, finally looking up from the table. "And you made it this far?"

"Fire," I replied. "Level three." That was what the Captain had said, and that was what I was going with. "I’m not a dud."

The woman hummed before she looked me up and down. "I’ve told you to strip."

"Show me to the room, and I will be more than happy to," I sneered, crossing my arms in front of me. "But there is no way I am getting naked here."

There were at least ten guards now, all looking at me, and there were only two women, me and the bitch of a doctor.

"If you don’t you fail this checkpoint, and you are kicked out of the Sanctuary. From there, you will be blacklisted and never allowed to enter again," explained the woman, a smirk on her face. She looked positively gleeful at the idea of me getting humiliated.

I wanted to hold my ground, to tell them to go fuck themselves, that I didn’t need their sanctuary. But I couldn’t.

The guys were going to come sometime in the next few days, and they were expecting me to be here.

Fucking hell.

Looking down at Tank, I snapped my fingers and threw an illusionary fireball at him.

Once again, he grew, but this time, he didn’t stop at the size he was at the gate. No, this time, he was about three times as big with flames that burst around him, creating a temporary shield between me and the doctor and those who wanted to see what they shouldn’t.

The doctor flinched as she saw the flames surrounding her. Realizing that she had reacted in fear, she decided to double down and glare at me. "What that really necessary?" she demanded as I pulled my top over my head.

"No," I replied as I threw it on the table and started unbuttoning my shorts. "But it was fun."

I was standing in front of her in my underwear and bra, my head held high and my arms out for her to inspect me. "It was completely uncalled for," sneered the doctor, not bothering to stand up and do her job.

Dropping my arms, I shrugged. "I don’t see you getting naked for a room full of strange men. Did you want to try it? I can make it happen."

The doctor’s face twisted with a look of cruelty. "Or we can wait until your little show is over and then get one of the men over to inspect you."

"I mean, if you have until eternity, then you are more than welcome to wait," I purred at the bitch. Tank came up behind me and I leaned against him, letting his hellfire engulf me in its warmth. "But he isn’t dying down any time soon."

"I have to inspect you," snapped the woman, looking around the ring of fire we found ourselves in. "Or I can kick you out."

I think she was looking for some support from one of the guards, but they were at least smart enough not to walk through fire for the cunt.

"Is there a problem here?" asked a new voice as another woman in a doctor’s coat braved the fire. "What’s taking so long?"