Chapter 8: Protect Her
"I would give my left nut to fight an actual zombie, not these bullshit excuses for them," continued Marc, once again slamming his fist on the table. Then, I heard the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and a body fell to the ground.
I wondered if he meant to hit his mother or not.
'Deal accepted,' sounded the female voice in my head.
Suddenly, there was a bright light, and I heard another body drop. I had no idea what was going on, but the screams coming out of the kid were enough to make me smile.
"Oooh," purred Greed, his peppermint breath breezing across my cheek. "It looks like someone made a wish."
'That was a wish?' I asked, cocking my head to the side as I stared out into space. 'But he didn't say the magic word.'
'You don't have to actually say 'I wish' for it to be a wish. It just has to be something you want deep in your heart,' he continued, his delicious voice sending shivers down my spine. I felt his hand touching my shoulder right before my sight returned.
On the linoleum floor beside me lay a gangly teenager dressed in the same militia uniform as every other man here, his hands cupping his balls as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Marie hovered over him, not sure what she should be doing, as she searched around the kitchen.
'So, when he said that he would give his left nut to fight an actual zombie,' I started, trailing off as I continued to watch the boy wiggling around on the floor like his life was over. Tears and snot were flowing freely from his eyes and nose as he continued to scream.