Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse

Elizabeth snorted incredulously as she stared at Emma like the woman was an idiot. "I don’t?" she asked, her eyebrows raised as she stared the other woman down. "Jennifer asked for a house and what happened?" "She got a house," sneered back Emma. I really wanted to slap her across the face from the way she was speaking to Elizabeth. As far as I was concerned, Elizabeth was the only smart person in the house. How dare someone speak to her like that?

"She lost her hand," corrected Elizabeth, tilting her head toward the sink that only yesterday ate Jennifer’s hand.

"She asked for a million dollars," said Lily softly. Her head was downcast as she stared at her ankle, which was still swollen. "And then she went crazy."

"And I wished that she lose her tongue; what bad thing has happened to me?" interjected Emma, raising her chin. "You just see conspiracies around every corner. Making wishes doesn’t lead to anything bad. Otherwise, Aladin wouldn’t be alive long enough to marry the princess."

"So, you think you are Aladin?" sneered Elizabeth. Honestly, I didn’t think she had it in her to be so confrontational, but I liked this side of her. "If you aren’t smart, you are going to end up like Jafar."

I had no idea who they were talking about, but I wasn’t really part of this whole conversation, so I didn’t mind it so much.

"I wish Isaac and his brothers to die the worst possible death ever possibly imagined," spoke a woman I had never heard from before. Turning my head in the direction the voice was coming from, I studied the woman using Greed’s sight.

She was small, like all the other women, just as malnourished as everyone else in the room, with black, straw-like hair that frizzled at the ends. Her light purple dress was ripped and covered in so much blood that it was hard to see the original color underneath the dirt.